“Are you one? An immortal?”
Her face was rigidly set. “I am.”
“The sins of the Mother, James,” she said softly, a sad note that echoed in the small room.
“Dani and Indigo and…”
“All of them, yes, although a handful of the Daughters you’ve met are mortal.”
“Actually, it is to a goddess that we owe our salvation. For every curse, there is a path to redemption. The Lady Goddess offered the Sisters such a path.”
He waited, his body tense with dread, hoping she would tell him, and hoping equally fervently that she wouldn’t.
“We have but to trust a man, to submit our will to him.”
“You’ve never trusted me,” he said slowly. Their time together was beginning to make an awful lot of sense to him, and not just the lack of trust.
“I’ve never trusted any man, James,” she explained quietly. “But I’ve come the closest with you.”
“And if you did trust me? What then?”
“I would become mortal and live my life as a normal human.”
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