Chapter 48
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
It is considered a widely known fact that the gods keep our scales balanced.
For every good thing we do, we receive good. And the bad? Begets more misery.
I knew I would pay for the wonder I found between the human’s thighs. I knew it was wrong—she isn’t mine. Never could be.
Making her come felt as selfish and insane as it was vital. I didn’t think I would survive without tasting her. Now, I’m not sure I can live with the consequences.
But I didn’t expect my punishment to come in the form of two other males fighting.
As the color drains from Sofi’s face, there is no doubt in my mind; the gods are tormenting me with the most effective means they possess.
This goddess-sent woman.
Her pain scrapes the inside of my sternum. Her fear twists my lungs into knots, the sour scent of it churning my guts. My hearts actually ache.
This isn’t my fight, I repeat internally. Still moving toward her. Unable to stop. This doesn’t have anything to do with me.
Who knows if it’s orbits of medical training or some other instinct I can’t fully understand? Either way, my clawed feet eat up the stone floor, carrying me toward the dais with an urgency that makes no sense.
Until Sofi faints dead away.