Nineteen

DAMIAN.

As I got into the car and drove off, the question she asked me seemed to pound in my head, ringing at the back of my mind like a nevermind ending tale.

I had managed to lie to her and told her I didn't know who Rebecca was. Of course, I knew who Rebecca was. She was her best friend. No, wait, she was Minerva's best friend. Not Ishtar's. Ishtar was a different person, utterly different.

She had no connection with Minerva or my past. That would be bizarre and impossible. I didn't see a way by which that could happen, except the gods had chosen to torture me for the little time I have left.

"It wouldn't happen. It would not." My head was spinning as the thoughts kept punching me in the guts, and I pulled over on the highway to take a deep breath.

"Minerva is not Ishtar," I muttered to myself, panting as I wound down the glass. The car had gotten stuffy, rid of any space for breathing. "This has to be some kind of nasty trick. I don't see a way that's possible." I paused, remembe