Urmah panted, still on his knees, staring at this magnificent female, trying to take her all in with his eyes. His heart was beating erratically inside his chest after the goddess’s confession. He felt liberated.
He didn’t know why, but still he felt he wasn’t alone. He, Tiye and the goddess were the same person who was betrayed by their own and cursed by fate. It didn’t matter what your status was mortal or a god, the fates will punish you for things you didn’t ask for and wrongs you didn’t make.
The shocked expressions on Sekhmet’s face brought his pity more than endearing for the beautiful female right now. He felt her fear and insecurities, even though someone as volatile as her shouldn’t be lacking confidence.
He stroked her cheek with his hand, and hers joined him nervously and clutched his wrist.