Choices

A smirk tugged at my lips, excitement running through my veins at the thought of rising beyond the status of a mere god.

Mythic God—that was a title few in existence could claim.

And if Williamloh was offering it, that meant he saw something in me. Something worthy.

But I was no fool.

I pushed back my greed, controlling my expression as I slowly rose from my chair.

"Well," I drawled, brushing imaginary dust off my sleeves, "it seems you've said all you needed to say."

Williamloh chuckled. "Indeed, I have."

"Then, if you'll excuse me," I said, already turning away.

My mind was practically racing, already calculating my next steps. Whoever had tampered with my world, whoever had the audacity to interfere with my line of fate—I would find them.

And I would ensure they regretted it.

But just as I reached the edge of William's office, his voice stopped me.

"Oh, Bear."