Nikolai bit his lower lip, trying to process her words. "Child of doom?"
Ophelia nodded. "Two paths equals two mates."
"But I am not the child of doom." Nikolai whispered, surprised by her words. "The child of doom is an offspring of a deity."
Ophelia smiled. Esmeralda was right. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Nikolai's eyes widened at her sudden question. "Tell you..."
"You erased my memories because I saw something I shouldn't have seen. What did I do to give your father the chance to murder you?"
"Ophelia... Who.." he trailed off with a frown. "That chatterbox seer."
"Is this true?"
Nikolai whispered gently, "FireStorm," as he slowly traced his fingertips across her cheek. "Leave the past behind."
"But you passed away."
"But I'm right here in front of you, alive and well."
"You came back from the dead."
Nikolai sighed. "It wasn't all that bad."
"Nikolai!"