"You're the priestess." That alone should have been the answer. "You are the magic of this place." At least that was how he'd understood it when he'd been given his duty and studied the roles that would be important to the temple. There were only two duties that were specific to him. The rest had bee an afterthought or had seemed like it.

The priestess was the one the temple would welcome. It had been waiting for Adam. Alec was just here to ensure that the wrong people didn't desecrate the space or steal the relics that mortals weren't supposed to touch. "I'm the guard dog." Thinking of his pets, Alec looked sheepish, knowing they'd hiss over the comparison. "Or guard cat."