Gods were concepts on Earth that Quinlan heard about from holy books and word of mouth, but Lilyanna was nothing like how he expected a god to act.
She spoke plainly. She reacted sharply. She showed irritation without wrapping it in ritual distance. Yet the gap between them remained obvious. It showed in how the space around her responded without effort. In how her power obeyed thought alone. In the way she worked through his injuries with certainty earned through spans of time he could not comprehend.
She was nothing like anyone he had met before.
It was not attraction per se. His thoughts did not drift toward getting into her celestial panties.
What he felt was closer to interest, the kind sparked by encountering a mechanism he could not yet take apart. A divine brat with a sharp tongue and great pride, layered over authority refined over near eternity.
Lilyanna, on the other hand, seemed far less amused with his person.
