She felt his presence the moment he emerged from thin air, but she refused to show any sign of recognition. She stood there in place, her eyes shut and her fists clenched, trying to control her anger and disappointment.
Even here he was, trying to control her life. She knew Ra has sent him, but why there was nothing important or urgent. Doesn’t she deserve to be free for a whisper of time? A day or two in god’s life is nothing comparing to their immortality.
She is mated to a mortal now and every breath counts, but not her selfish, greedy father. From the beginning, he made sure she was lacking in everything. She was a deity just by the name; she was not more than a tool for him to use.
She hugged her middle, refusing to speak, refusing to submit to his power, but when Urmah moved and drew his sword, she had to do something before he hurt himself.