"Yes," Zephyros confirmed, sounding slightly disappointed by Jack's controlled response. "Though I have to ask... w
What are you going to do with this information? Confront Draven? Demand he break the curse?"
"That's my concern," Jack said.
The god studied him for a moment longer, then shrugged. "Fair enough. Our wager is concluded. You won, I answered, and now we're done."
He gestured toward empty space, divine power flowing in from his chest to his fingers as his arms lit up. "Try not to die immediately after learning such devastating information. It would be anticlimactic."
Jack ignored the jab, his mind already working through the implications of what he'd learned.
Draven cursed Aurora. The leader of the Old Gods, the deity who'd chosen Jack as his Chosen One, had taken his fiancée's voice for reasons still unknown.
