I snatch his wrist back and stick his finger in my mouth.
That’s not dust.
“Riven, that’s fucking—”
“That’s not dust. Motherfucker. Meet me at the old chime tower in Godsden.”
My power wraps around me and in a blink, I appear in front of the nearly decimated structure.
The being who lives here in secret is stupid as fuck for living this close to the Abandon’s line. He’s also a genius because no one comes here and his…questionable activities go unnoticed.
I hum and pace as I wait for my brothers to join me. I don’t know what the hell is taking them so long, but the longer I sit here and pace alone, the louder my songs get.
“The itsy bitsy Plentiful,
Hides in the chime tower.
Down the secret stairs,
You’ll find his special power.
If he drugged my angel,
I’ll kill him in his den.
And the itsy bitsy Plentiful,
Will never climb the stairs again.”
Over and over, I plan his death.
I think it’ll be poetic if I kill him with one of his own concoctions rather than my bare hands.
“Riven, what the fuck?”
“Me what the fuck? What took you all so long?”
Kyzen looks like he’s about to flip his shit. “You said the old chime tower in Godsden. That’s where we went. You didn’t say the destroyed one.”
“Well, this should be obvious. It’s older than that one.”
He goes to say something else, but I spin on my toes and jump in the air, clapping my heels together.
No time for our cute banter.
I’ve got a god to kill.
Probably.
Maybe. If he hurt my angel.
If not, he’s still very useful to me.
The rickety old door nearly comes off the hinges as I plow through it. “Watch your step—”
My shrieking laugh echoes down the stairwell as Creed snatches me up before I can completely fall through the floor.
I forgot about that broken step.
