“I’m a god.”
“I guess you did learn English ridiculously fast. A part of me feels like you were putting on an act that you only knew sex words, but that couldn’t possibly be true.”
“No possible way,” he says then continues reading. Even though I’ve already read this section, he reads over it anyway before I shake my head.
“I don’t understand it.”
“I don’t either,” he admits.
“But you understood those sex books just fine,” I grumble.
“I sure did.” He nibbles my neck and a shiver rushes through my body.
“No! Focus, dammit. I’m assuming the person who wrote this is dead, then… since everyone in your world died.”
“Not necessarily.”
“What’s that mean?”
“This isn’t from my world.”
“You hopped Doors before coming here?”
“No… I pulled it off the body of the man who killed everyone in my world.”
I try to spin around even though I can’t see him, which doesn’t really settle in until I’m halfway turned. “You’re telling me this was written by the man who came into your realm?”
“I don’t know. Could have been his… could have been someone else’s. But I understood very little of it, even after I studied it for a long time. Then I stuck it on a shelf and forgot about it.”
The door opens and I try to get up, but Torin isdeterminedto hold me down. The only way I can go is down, which means that I end up in some weird neck hold so it looks like Torin was in the middle of strangling me to death instead of reading to me.
“Is this a new kink? Because I’d be interested,” I hear Mickey say. “When’s it my turn?”
“It’s not a kink,” I protest as I scramble away from Torin and slam my hip extremely hard into the side of the desk. “Dammit.”
Torin slides a hand around me and draws me against him. “I’m protecting him from lecherous eyes.”
“The only lecherous eyes I see are the ones directly behind him,” Mickey says. “Imani is calling for us.”
Torin directs me out of the room, and we make it out without running into anything, so I have to assume he does a halfway decent job of it.
Kit finally realizes I’m on the move and rushes over to join me so I can walk into the room without having to be led by Torin.
We step into the main conference area where the team looks over at me like it’s wildly fascinating that I’m here and not the god who is far more interesting. And then the head of the unit takes note of me.
“Why is former Agent Strand here?” Lt. Lindsey asks. Lieutenant Silvia Lindsey was my superior for the entire time I worked at the Magical Interference Unit. She’s a strict but fair woman who would berate me while doing her best to make sure no harm came to me. But the second I left, she cut all ties with me… even if the rest of the unit didn’t.
“He is overseeing the god and helping us identify where the Door is opening since he was at the last two Door sightings,” Imani responds.
“He is no longer a part of this unit and is not allowed to be in here. The god can stay, but former Agent Strand must leave,” she says coldly.
Imani steps forward. “Lieutenant, Riley is an essential?—”
“He is no longer an agent,” she cuts in.
“It’s fine,” I say, picking up Kit. “I’ll leave.”
Torin turns to follow me, but Kit watches as Lt. Lindsey sets a hand on his chest. “You are to stay.”
