Escape (2)
This had to be a freaking joke. Scratch that. It had to be a dream. A nightmare—the kind that had one waking up heaving, drenched in cold sweat and screaming at the top of their lungs. What the fuck was Blaze doing here? Or rather, why the fuck did she end up here, of all places?
She stared at the god who was facing away from her and had his wings flapping about even though he was not moving. Her gaze was fixated on him as though she was waiting to wake up, then he would disappear and she would heave a sigh of relief finding that it was a dream.
But none of that happened, of course. With the kind of shitty luck she'd been riding on lately, it was already a surprise that she didn't end up in front of King Rian.
"Can I maybe just die?" She let out a deep breath when he turned.
"It's nice to see you too, daughter." He flashed a smile she assumed must be fake. There was no way he could manage to give a real smile. Was this some kind of prank he'd set up?