“Did you have aproductiveweek, littletroublling?”
“I did. The guys are probably a little exhausted from all the work I put them through. Did you?”
If she’s referring to my hand being exhausted, she’d be correct.
“Unfortunately, no. As you can see.”
Her nose scrunches as she casts her gaze over to Gladdy and his Valtrue. Unlike us, they’ve lined themselves up in a straight line, with their hands behind their backs and heads held high.
I don’t know who the hell they’re trying to impress.
If our father wanted to, he could wave his hand, and I know four of them who would be gone like the wind in a second. Gladian could probably hold off for about ten seconds.
Kyzen and I have our Binder tucked snug in the middle of us. The poor, vicious, delicious thing can’t even see around Creed, Amick, and Derivius as they stand in front of her like a formidable wall.
My eyes keep peeking over Amick’s shoulder to check on the Binding he has sitting in his palms.
We’ve got to make sure that precious package gets delivered safely.
The barrier ripples like a rock being dropped in a puddle as Kelshin steps through. His eyes scan over us for a heartbeat, then he steps backward, disappearing once again.
“Here we go,” Derivius sighs and I chuckle.
That sound dies on my lips as not only Kelshin, my father, and four other guards’ step through, so does the Goddess of Seduction.
Fucking bitch.
Yes, she is most certainly where my disdain for blonde gods and or goddesses comes from.
Her vile, disgusting gaze runs over each of us, stopping on me or Derivius for a second too long.
Thayla grips my fingers as Amick lays his palm to Derivius’s when we both attempt to step forward.
I’m going to slit her throat.
She doesn’t react other than smirking as she continues her examination, pausing once again on Gladian as she makes it to his Valtrue.
“My boys,” our sperm donor says as he opens his arms. I don’t know what the fuck for. “Come on now, spread out, let me see all of you. Thayla as well.”
Our muscles bunch, but we don’t move. Even as his glare becomes one full of warning.
“It’s all right,” Derivius says, reaching behind him and gripping Thayla by the arm.
He pulls her to his side, leaving the spot beside Amick open for me.
She tucks in nicely between us chaos creators and my smile tells my father and his bitch to try something if they want to.
“Good, very good. You all look well, and it seems your travel among the ungodly wasn’t too rough.”
Again, none of us speak. We stare.
I can fucking promise we didn’t come here for whatever this weird-ass conversation is.
He eventually rolls his eyes and ushers his hand toward Sabelline.
“Derivius, love, be a doll and bring me my Binding. It’s fitting for the one who stole it to return it, don’t you think?”
We all startle and look at him.
