“Kyzen,” she shrieks, playfully popping me on the arm. “How vulgar.”
“Really?”
I’ve heard shit ten times as bad come out of her mouth.
She attempts to hide her smile, but it wouldn’t matter. The coloring in her already freshly fucked flush intensifies.
“Yes, I enjoyed that. Probably more than I should’ve.”
Gods, the places my mind goes.
She isn’t lying. She enjoyed it thoroughly. Just thinking about it has her body breaking out in chill bumps and her nipples hardening back into tight peaks.
I’m suddenly fucking smug about the fact I got to make her come in front of him.
At the same time, my mind can’t help but think about what pleasure we could pull from her if him, or even one of the others, didn’t just watch…
Yesterday started out amazing.
I woke up with Thayla in my arms—which is becoming my new favorite normal. We skipped working out—well, we worked out in the shower we took, but we didn’t go to the meadows and swing swords. Then breakfast happened.
Awkward was an understatement.
Amick had already arranged for everyone to come to the house. Lambrit, Rose, Havar, Yemi, and…Sevryn.
The tension didn’t even need a knife to cut it. A damn spoon would’ve worked fine.
Besides my brothers and my hostility toward Sevryn, I thought Havar was going to come across the table and kill him.
Which would’ve been stupid on his part. You don’t attack the son of the God of Pain unless you can handle pain.
Amick jumped into his speech about how Sevryn was going to have to come with us, and we’d have to hide him until we left the Godsdawn. He attempted to tell everyone the new sleeping arrangements, but Yemi said she’d decide for herself what was best.
That drew a surprised snort from Thayla, which she quickly covered up, but honestly, I was shocked as well.
Yemi seems completely comfortable with him, and I don’t understand.
She has no clue about his past, which is just as dark as ours, but the fear she had toward us is nowhere in sight when it comes to him.
I don’t think she understands what he’s capable of.
I won’t hold anything over his head that he was forced to do, same as us, but what he did tousis unforgivable in my eyes.
I’m keeping the peace for now, making sure Creed and Riven don’t rip his head off, for the simple fact we’re too close to leaving for something to happen that draws attention to us.
After wesuccessfullyreturn from this trip, I couldn’t give a fuck if I ever saw his face again.
At the end of breakfast, Thayla told Yemi to hang out at her house with him for the day and we’d proceed with today as planned. With the new change of Havar staying at Yemi’s to babysit Sevryn.
Walking around all day yesterday, pretending what happened in Hellveilious never happened, was hard, but today is even harder.
As we prepare to enact our grand scheme of breaking into the High Chancellor’s office so Amick can copy the Book of the Gods Binding, all I keep thinking about is cutting him up into tiny little pieces and throwing him off the cliff into the Gods Gully for the creatures to eat.
Standing here, facing him with my fake-ass, put-together smile like nothing is wrong is eating me alive. Every time his narrowed eyes drift to Thayla, I want to snap. My vision grows hazy, and I shake my head to clear it.
Amick said we have to wait before we can handle everyone involved in the whole situation. Fine, whatever, I accept that.
One day, though, I will destroy Harriseen.
