“You knew he was in there?”
“No, I didn’t see him when I was in there, but I didn’t really look either.”
“No, you were too distracted with the Binding and its book. Don’t be afraid of the answers you’ve found, Amick. Who better to guide her in this than the God of Knowledge?”
God of Knowledge…
I haven’t truly held that title since my power was stripped from me.
Power my Binder will have to decide if she’s willing to try to release or not.
Thayla
33
The chill of the fresh evening sea air has me tilting my head back and taking a deep breath.
It doesn’t blow away the smell of Riven, though.
Between his clothes I’m still wearing and the fact he was plastered to me for a solid four-hour nap, his scent clings to me.
“Why do I have this feeling you wanted me to come out here with you so we can gossip, while the others have a big talk with everyone else inside?” Yemi asks.
I crack my eyes back open and match her smirk. She didn’t laugh at me when I told her we were sitting far away from the edges, but her seriousness is starting to wane.
At some point during my slumber, Amick told Brogden to turn the ship around and he told everyone else they had some things to discuss as we made our way back.
I asked him if I could skip the conversation and talk to Yemi, and I’d fill her in. He said yes, that everything he was talking about was what happened, then we’d decide what we’re going to do from here. He’s going to wait until we come back in to address that.
“We can one hundred percent gossip if you want, but I do have something to talk to you about and I wanted to tell you without the possibility of anyone else overhearing me.”
“These three don’t count?”
She nods at the Veilatara lying around us.
Literally around us.
They’ve made a circle, cocooning us in the middle.
“I’m pretty sure they already know, so they’ll be our lookouts.” I laugh as Seismet bumps me in my head, Fausta tilts her chin proudly, and Verlet huffs, I swear much like Creed.
“In that case, spit it out then. You love the shock factor.” I roll my eyes as she chuckles at me.
Valories know I don’t try to shock people. It just happens.
“I met a member of your Valtrue today.”
Her laughter tapers off and the smirk on her face fades as she takes in my much smaller, tender smile.
“What? How? When—oh gods. The only time you’ve left this ship is when…Fuck, Thayla, it’s not the God of the Sea, is it? Please say no.”
“Is he a bad god? I haven’t necessarily heard bad things about him.”
“For the Valories.” She jumps to her feet, pulling at her hair as she paces our small circle.
“Sit back down,” I say, gripping her hand and tugging her. “No, it’s not the God of the Sea. If you’d let me finish, I could tell you.”
She plops down and throws her hands up. “Let you finish? You took a whole-ass pause, then asked a question about him. What else was I supposed to think?”
