Andrev shook his head. “Power? No. A curse? Yes.”
“Savva told us you are a gift from the gods.”
“They actually think I’m demon spawn.” Andrev sighed and considered the pheasant. He didn’t think it was sporting, to kill it when he had a hold over it.
Kana stepped closer to him, brushed the hair out of his eyes. He flinched and drew back, went to ward her away, but she reached up and actually touched his forehead.
Most people shied away, as if his horns would burn them, but Kana didn’t care.
She said, “You’re some kind of beautiful.”
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