"There are infinite realms," Magdalyna said, gesturing to the void around them.
"Infinite worlds where we could exist together. Places where your power would make you a god rather than a threat. Where no one would hunt you or fear you."
She reached out, her hand stopping just short of touching his face.
"I could show you wonders beyond imagination. Teach you things that would make your current abilities seem like parlor tricks. We could have eternity together, exploring realities that mortals can't even conceive of."
Jaenor studied her carefully. There was genuine emotion in her voice and genuine feeling in her eyes. This wasn't manipulation—or not entirely. She meant what she was saying.
But.
"My grandmother is here," he said quietly.
"Morgana. Rena, Taeryn, and Darian. Everyone I care about. You're asking me to abandon them."
