When I was granted immortality, I hoped I could put one of life's worries behind me--that a powerful group of gods want me dead.
Turns out undying isn't as literal as I thought.
I've got some powerful people fighting by my side, including a phoenix shifter with a sexy AF accent, and a god on the inside of the same organization trying to kill me.
I'll gladly take their help in the staying alive department, and I definitely don't mind that the arrangement comes with physical benefits of the naked and horizontal variety.
But I can't offer more than that. Not an eternity, or a lifetime, or any sort of love, because it becomes more clear every day that nothing is forever, and trust is the most fleeting thing there is.