“He has some form of emotional pain. He attempted to use it on Thayla before and we all felt it.”
“Plenty of powers can cause emotional pain, but that doesn’t mean they have a domain under it. I’m telling you. I don’t sense my father’s essence in him whatsoever.”
My gaze bounces between the guys as my mind whirls.
“Deliverances can say whatever they want on them. We know that’s a fact since mine said my domain was untold. The god who told him to enter me in the Veiling could’ve easily changed what his said.”
“Gladian, prior to what happened in the Court, said Mellcom was struggling the most with gaining control over his power. I thought he was lying to keep me from knowing what was going on in his Valtrue. That might not be the case if he’s been working on it under the assumption he has a domain under pain but unknowingly doesn’t.”
For a fleeting second, relief floods me at the thought that Mellcom doesn’t have a domain under pain. That’s one less thing I have to worry about while they’re unfortunately tagging along on this quest.
That relief is washed away by fear of the unknown.
Fuck.
“This news is disturbing but irrelevant for now. We’ll add it to the list of things to find out after the Binding is in our possession.”
Amick pushes from his seat and makes his way over to me. His lips lie against my forehead for a moment, then slowly slip to my lips.
I try to chase his kiss as he pulls away. “Where are you going?”
“To get Riven so Sevryn can take his pain away.”
“You think he’s hurting?”
“Oh, yes, and trying to lie about it just as you were.”
“I didn’t agree to that,” Sevryn grumbles.
“You also didn’t ask my Binder for her permission before touching her,” Amick calls over his shoulder before passing through our door.
“He’s got a point. You can call this even.”
Sevryn rolls his eyes and turns to Yemi, but she shakes her head. “Nope. Learn to apologize for being an asshole, then I’ll carry on a conversation with you.”
He looks at me and I purse my lips.
“Don’t look at me for help. I don’t know what you did, but I’m on her side.”
“Okay, Amick, fuck. Give me a break.”
Riven staggers out of our room and my breathing hitches. He looks utterly exhausted. He’s walking, though, so hopefully nothing’s broken.
“What’s wrong, angel?” he asks with a sigh, and I cock my head to the side.
“Um, nothing…”
His eyes narrow before he casts them over at Amick. “You said she was feeling out of sorts and needed my help.”
“Well, before that, I asked you three times to come in here and you said no. I figured I needed to get creative.”
“So you lied?”
Amick tilts his head. “Yes, I guess I did.”
Riven attempts to walk away, but I reach out and grab his hand before he can. Sevryn leans forward and lays his hand on top of his without any warning and the look Riven shoots him before his eyes swirl blue is deadly.
“I did not say you could touch me.”
