“Who the fuck is Tabitha?”
“Taye is Tabitha,” Dastian says softly. “The Witch of Order.”
I blink. He says that like I’m supposed to know who he is talking about.
“No clue?” Dastian asks kindly.
“No fucking clue. Should I have a clue, Scooby Doo?”
“Who?”
“Ugh,” Dreven spits out. “The Witch of Order is a lesser god, from the Pantheon realm.”
“A lesser god of Order?”
“She bends reality into straight lines. If chaos is a bonfire, she is the firebreak.”
My stomach drops. Taye. Tabitha. “She’s been in our village this whole time?”
“Guarding the gate,” Dastian says. “Counting pieces on the board. Smiling while she does it.”
I bite back the urge to throw my blade at the wall. “So, the Order’s seer is a divine fun police?”
“Yep,” Dastian says.
“How long have you known?”
“A couple of days.”
“Is she on my side or not?”
“Hard to say. She is on the side of surviving the Devourer, much like us all,” Dreven states.
“Brilliant,” I say, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“Did she back you up?” Voren asks.
I sigh. “She did. Fine. You bought me time. What do we do with it?”
Voren and Dreven exchange the kind of look that means I’m not going to like the following sentence. It’s Voren who says it. “It’s closer.”
“What is?”
“The Devourer,” he replies, voice flat. “I felt the thread of your death again. Not a vision of choice. A termination. Absolute.”
Cold slides under my skin. “When?”
Chapter 11
Nyssa
“When does absolute look like?” I ask because my voice only breaks when it’s something really important. Like impending annihilation.
“Soon,” Voren says. “Days, maybe.”
“Brilliant.” I scrub a hand over my face. My palm throbs, the faint light under the scar winking like a dodgy fairy light. “Then we stop waiting for it to bite and we bait it on our terms.”
Dastian brightens. “Road trip?”
