“I am not going back,” I insisted for what seemed like the millionth time.
“You have to. Your mother-”
“I do not care what my mother says. And I do not care that she is the goddess of creation. I am not going back there.”
He sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. The brilliant pearl white wings on his back fluttered anxiously. “She is insisting that I take you back to the City.”
His large hand grabbed my arm. I yanked away from his strong grip. “I do not care. I do not want to be immortal anymore. I just want to be…” I trailed off quickly.
“What?” He growled. “What do you want to be?”
“Human,” I whispered. “I want to be human. I want to experience love and happiness and even sadness. I want to be mortal, okay?”