Page 38 of The Interdimensional Lord's Earthly Delight

His smile faltered. “But you at least know about these other gods.”

Her dark eyes were hard. “I’ve only met the devil.”

Blackworm, of course. Whose face he wore. He could only say aprayer of thanks to whatever god had kept Lishelle from actuallyseeingBlackworm personally. Perhaps that was small consolation, but not adding to her visceral antipathy seemed deserving of thanks.

“We didn’t have those in the Lightlands,” he murmured. “Wherever they are, they aren’t there.”

“Because they are here.” Lishelle pushed abruptly to her feet. “I didn’t get any sleep, so I’m goingto lie down in the crew seating. Let me know when we get to your stronghold.”

Watching her go, he wanted to call her back, tell her more about the fuzzy memories of his past, as man and god. But since he was the one who’d dragged her from her bed, he couldn’t say anything.

The bitter bite of the coffee reminded him that as perfect as she was, he could never woo her for his own. Not when thepunishment of the goddesses haunted him still.

He might be a god himself, but suddenly he wished he did not believe.