FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE CURSED PRINCE
Chapter Eighteen
Bast shook her head. "Only a god may plead the case."
"Then you—"
She laughed. "I imprisoned him for three millennia because he took the life of my priestess. I cannot forgive him for that."
"She committed suicide," said Kira, a tremor in her voice.
"He might as well have pierced her breast with his own sword. It would have been kinder."
"Please, Bast!"
"No." Bast turned from the counter. "I am glad Smenkare has learned to love. That he regrets the life that led to his punishment. That he found you. But I will not advocate his immortality."
Tears coursed down Kira's cheeks. "Then what can I do?"
"If I free him, his life will end, but if he stays a sex slave …"
Understanding flooded Kira. "He will live forever."
Bast stroked her hair, tucking an errant strand behind Kira's ear. "If you want him to live, you must let him go."
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"Todd Groman?"
"Who wants to know?"
