Magic refocused on me, his purple eyes piercing the depths of my soul. The low swish of my agitated tail was soft in my ears, joining the rhythm of the rapid beating of my heart.
"Do you trust the gods?" Magic asked me slowly.
I shook my head, throat too tight to speak.
"What about me?" he asked.
Again, I shook my head.
"And Fate?"
My grip on my dress tightened. "Y-yes."
He raised an eyebrow. "Really? Even after everything she's hidden from you? You're but a pawn in her hand, a piece on the board. She'd discard you in an instant if she thought it would benefit her."
I swallowed hard, not daring to meet my goddess gaze. Gods couldn't lie. That was one rule even the worst among them were forced to abide by. Even if it wasn't true, Magic truly believed it was. Could I really pretend to know more than him?
