Kaan had never had friends. Not as a child, not as an adult, and frankly, he just never tried. He was a born loner, and he embraced it wholeheartedly. Not even Roderick, the guy literally assigned to be his greatest source of strength and reason, made the cut.
But who did make the cut? An ancient, invisible goddess with questionable morals and a flair for the dramatic. Thessara—the mentor, the mother, the ultimate bad influence. She was everything to him.
From as far back as he could remember, he had heard voices. At first, he just assumed this was a normal childhood experience, like losing teeth or believing adults had their lives together. Surely everyone had a personal, all-powerful voice hyping them up and telling them they were destined for greatness.
Turns out? Nope. That was just him.
