"What do you mean by that?" Eleanor asked Iris, demanding an answer for her crazy assumption. The confusion in her voice sharpened her features.
"He has Vampire blood in him, so it's obvious he's Immortal. Then what are you talking about by 'not mortal'?"
Iris shook her head subtly as her eyes looked up at the ceiling "No. I mean something more. Something divine, When I look into those gem like eyes of his I get lost in them reminding me of the day I met a goddess in my childhood".
"A god? Are you serious!" Eleanor argued, shaking her head vigorously, and dismissed the Idea like a childish fantasy. "I've known him since his childhood and stalked him for years, and I am sure about it. He is not some old perverted god," She huffed and looked directly in Iris's eyes. "He is definitely not a divine being hiding in a tailored suit".
