Creed scowls and whips those angry eyes at me. “Are you?”
“I mean, my head’s hurting, but nothing too bad.”
Sevryn huffs. “I’ve watched you for ten minutes now squint or flinch anytime it gets too bright or loud. Lie to someone else.”
“I’m not lying. I’m dealing.”
“Well, it’ll be gone in a second if you tell the God of Death to remove the knife from my throat.”
Creed rolls his eyes, nicking him just the slightest bit when he pulls the sharp blade away. “Whoops.”
“Fucking dickhead.” Sevryn smirks, obviously not affected at all by the little cut.
He’s a dickhead too, though, as without a warning, his power invades my mind.
I swear it feels like sludge is being cleaned from my brain. The strange and rough tugging has me hissing.
It’s done and over with just as fast as it started and for the first time since we got in the carriage, I can fully hold my eyes open.
“That was the most uncomfortable healing I’ve ever had.”
My eyes blink repeatedly, and I finally see Yemi and him clearly.
“That’s because it wasn’t healing. That was my power feeding on your pain. Thanks for the snack.”
“Gross, asshole. I didn’t say you could eat my pain.”
“So you would’ve preferred to stay in pain?”
“I would’ve preferred you say, ‘Hey, Thayla, so my power is fueled by other people’s pain. If you let me take yours away, we’ll both benefit from it.’ Not just fucking eat it like a creep.”
Yemi tosses her head back laughing, earning herself a nasty look, to which she shrugs. “She’s right. You definitely could’ve explained that. I haven’t explained anything to her about your power.”
“I’m sure her Valtrue’s given her an earful.”
“Nope. They won’t tell me a thing, actually.”
His eyes cut over to Creed, then Kyzen, and Amick, who are sitting around the two-seater counter in the kitchen. All of them ignore him.
Sevryn grunts. “I’m basically a carbon copy of my dad. I have power over pretty much all things pain.”
My eyes widen. “Shit, seriously? I mean, I kind of picked up on that in Hellveilious but didn’t really think that was the time to ask all my questions.”
“No, probably not, but I’ve got some questions about two of Gladian’s Valtrue members. The one Riven punched and his friend.”
“Those are literally the last two people in existence I want to talk about.”
“Yeah, Yemi explained what they did that landed you here, and she also said they both have a domain under my father. Tell me about the blond one.”
“I seriously don’t want to talk about him.”
“Drop it, Sevryn,” Yemi warns, but he shakes his head.
“The brown-headed one, he definitely has a domain under pain. I sensed it as soon as he called his power forth. The blond, though, I didn’t sense that at all. It wouldn’t matter that he’s weaker than me. I’d be able to tell. He doesn’t have a domain under pain at all.”
His statement sends the carriage into silence. My mouth opens and closes repeatedly as I attempt to understand what he’s saying.
Amick reacts quicker.
