“Humble.”
Head cocked to one side, flashing his teeth in a menacing smile.
“I’m far more powerful than a regular god.”
Thank the gods Valentin chose festivals over football. I’d be horrified to have a hooligan as a son.
Here come the smitten puppy eyes as well as a fond smile gracing his lips as he reaches to gently cup Artem’s cheek.
“Gods, I love you…”



