"Destiny is a cruel bitch, Rael. Even those who think they are above it are nothing more than pawns on a grander chessboard…" His violet eyes dimmed. "And unfortunately, I learned that far too late."
For the first time since I met him, Trickster felt… human. Too human.
It was as if the mask had slipped, just for a moment and I was staring at the regret underneath.
And then, just as quickly, the smile was back, sharp, mocking and too wide to be real.
I always thought of destiny as a bitch with a personal vendetta against my handsomeness. But hearing a god call her the same? Yeah… that hit different.
And right then, it clicked.
Destiny wasn't just screwing with me. She screwed the gods too.
"As for your last question—why I care about your safety—I can't say." His smile thinned. "With time, you'll understand."
Before I could speak, he waved me off.
"We don't have much time. Ask your other questions quickly."
