“Are you going to tell me?” I asked in return, making my way past him and out of the room. “You’re scaring off guests every chance you get.”
His footsteps were following me. “It’s our home and I like peace. Filling it with sycophants is hardly a wet dream come true.”
“What did you think would happen if you took up the post?”
“They’d be too terrified of me to bother trying to get on my good side.”
“Fair point,” I muttered, diving into a room in hopes he would give me some space.
But that would have been asking too much. Instead, Gray followed me into his ballroom and shut the door behind him. A miscalculation on my part. I should have gone straight out onto the grounds.
“I’ve been honest, and now it’s your turn,” Gray told me. “I can feel how unsettled you are.”
“Doesn’t take a genius to work out why,” I replied, keeping my back to him.
I walked into the centre of the room and my eyes fell on Gray’s throne. It stood there, dark and imposing, just like its owner.
“Smart mouth,” Gray grumbled, making my lips twitch into a smile. “What are your concerns now?”
“A throne. A crown. A council.” I didn’t need to turn around to know that Gray had come up behind me while I spoke. “It all sounds ridiculous when I think about it.”
His fingers grazed my sides, and I leaned back against him, taking comfort in his form.
“Those are the things that sound ridiculous to you? What about the fact you are part Goddess? That you are bound to theGod of chaos? That part of your soul never did and will no longer ever belong to you?”
“When you put it like that, my entire existence is ridiculous.”
Gray spun me around with force so that I faced him. That quiet fury that he used to hold when we first started this twisted romance was displayed across his face.
“Your existence is a blessing for which I will be grateful for until the heavens no longer exist,” he told me with a darkness to his tone. “You’ve lost your spark,” Gray said, sounding amused. “You have become fearful and you are letting fear rather than ambition drive your life.”
I turned around with narrowed eyes. “No, I am not.”
“Then what is all this?” He gestured in my direction. “All of this overthinking and worry.”
“It’s called being human. Try it some time,” I bit back, and made to move past him.
I loved Gray, but I was not in the mood for his snippy comments. My brain was skipping over so many things that had happened and were yet to happen that I couldn’t add an argument with him to the list. Not unless I wanted the grey matter to leak out of my ears. Unfortunately, he caught my wrist as I tried to walk by him.
“Impossible,” he purred. “I am divine. As are you.”
“You know what I mean,” I gritted out.
Gray’s aura appeared and before long, so did mine. Not that I saw him as a threat, but it was instinct to not be left without it where there was another around.
“Quentin.” Gray’s aura snaked around my waist and lifted me off my feet gently. “You are a demigoddess. Would you like me to worship you again to prove to you how much you belong here?”
I should have known that Gray could cut through the bullshit and figure it out. He was the other half of me. Sometimes it felt like he knew me better than I knew myself.
“It’s not just that…”
“Then what is it?” When I stayed silent, he continued. “Maybe it would have been better for me to dissuade you and take the position myself.”
The gold in the room amplified into something blinding before simmering down to a gentle glow around me.
“Oh, there she is,” Gray said, looking wild and gleeful. “My golden girl came out to play the moment someone other than herself questioned her capability.”
“Put me down,” I told him.
