“That girl was selfish.”
Kaelen stepped closer. “I never wanted a saint. I wanted the girl who cried when my fever broke. The one who laughed when the rain caught us on the mountain.”
For three years, Elara had spoken only in prayers. Her voice was a relic, her body a temple. But tonight, the temple was empty. The goddess had withdrawn Her light—not as punishment, but as an answer.
“They will make me a relic. Untouchable. Forever alone.”
“That girl was selfish.”
Kaelen stepped closer. “I never wanted a saint. I wanted the girl who cried when my fever broke. The one who laughed when the rain caught us on the mountain.”
For three years, Elara had spoken only in prayers. Her voice was a relic, her body a temple. But tonight, the temple was empty. The goddess had withdrawn Her light—not as punishment, but as an answer.
“They will make me a relic. Untouchable. Forever alone.”
