Kissed by a Rose✔️

39) Down We Go

The woman before me is relentless, her eye contact not wavering once while I absorb the confession she just made.

"I don't follow."

She makes a humphing noise, her angular face catching the light in a way that makes it all the more menacing. "You are a descendant of the deities. A nymph at that. Do you know what that means, young Luna?"

I want to save my pride and say yes, but I knew it would be best to be upfront. I shake my head.

"From what we have gathered thus far," The member with the man bun starts, "There are many different powers of a nymph. Many were in connection with the ancient Greek gods, having relations with them and birthing the children of higher ranking gods such as Zeus."

I shrug at them, still trying to understand. "Ok?"

The older woman to the other side of the table sighs. "We believe you may be able to get in contact with the Moon Goddess once you have an heir who has the genetics of our supernatural world and who is also a descendant of nymphs themself."

I purse my lips in thought. The idea of an entire fucking race of supernaturals pinning after my unborn child for their own power-hungry desires isn't necessarily a cheery one. I try to push at the mindlink barrier once more, but come up with nothing again. There must be some sort of enchantment in this place, seeing as the only other time this has happened was when I was drugged.

I can feel heat radiating off of Theo as his mind goes to a similar place as my own. "And what purpose would it serve to have a child try to reach the Moon Goddess?"

All pairs of eyes blink at us as if we were too simple-minded to understand. "There is little that we wouldn't be able to do with this power. The child would be our gateway into growing and evolving our race."

Since I can't connect with Theo, I decide to just wear my heart on my sleeve for the rest of this conversation.

"Let me make something perfectly clear to you old fucks," I begin, my voice even and face impassive, "My child will have nothing to do with your power-hungry god complex. I don't care if you're the fucking president of the United States; you won't touch a hair on our future child's head. This is between you and your race, I want nothing to do with your existential crisis."

"Mi amore," Theo warns, his voice hiding a smile of pride. Im so fuming, that I can't stop thinking out loud.

"No Theo, they want to use our  baby. That's not happening, I won't let them."

"And they won't," He assures me, his voice unwavering a firm. I know he means it, this bothers him just as much as it does me. "Our child won't be forced into anything they don't want to do."

"You speak as if you are currently with child, is this true?" The voice of piercing eyes comments, his eyes scanning me up and down for any signs of pregnancy.