“No one touch him. As much as I’d love to kill him as well, we know we can’t do that. Get it together and let me speak when I pull my power back from them.”
Creed may be silent, but his wrath is loud. I have no doubt, the second he wrapped his hand around the Chancellor’s throat, he’d be dead.
Riven’s now spiraling backward. He didn’t want Thayla to hear him defending her so fiercely. Too late now.
I see their feelings for her more clearly now than ever before.
Maybe I’m searching for it…for her.
It’s only a matter of time before they lose the internal fights they have going on with themselves.
“Release them. I need out of this room.” Amick’s voice is tense. He’s still as a statue but red as fire.
“Everyone, do as I said.”
At their nods, I pull the rest of my power back, freeing the Chancellors as well as Yemi, Lambrit, and Rose.
“We will honor the Beginning Gods’ decision, whatever that may be. This will conclude today’s meeting.” I slightly bow my head and lay my hand on Thayla’s lower back.
I don’t look behind me to check that my brothers and the others are following. Everyone’s anger is pouring off them in waves.
No one speaks. They all vibrate.
“Derivius, tell me you intercepted whatever fucking correspondence the High Chancellor sent.”
“Of course I did. It pays off at times to be the others’ little errand boy. I can’t believe the sly shit attempted to go above me. He’ll see the denial of his request on his desk when he returns to his office. You have a copy as well.”
I release a deep breath.“Thank you. Do you think he’s in communication with K? What if he sent a request to him as well?”
His long, drawn-out sigh filters through my mind. “I firmly believe he’s attempted to be in mental communication with him, but K sees no value in him, so he’d just ignore him. I’d know if written communication was sent across the barrier.”
“What? How?”
I receive nothing in return but a chuckle.
One that’s both comforting and worrisome.
Thayla
8
I plop down in my chair in Amick’s office with a huff so loud it blocks out the sound of his door clicking shut.
The silence that follows when everyone’s footsteps fall still around me causes my ears to ring. Either no one knows what to say, or we’re all afraid to speak because of how any of us may react.
So much for basking in my blissful, desperately needed, absolutely soul-shattering, realm’s greatest orgasm marathon I’ve ever had.
The phantom sensation of Kyzen’s dick pumping in and out of me quit pulsing the moment we stepped into the Assembly and joined the others. All those happy hormones I got called out for fled my system the second I laid eyes on the High Chancellor.
I can’t believe that old fuck threatened to keep me from going with my Valtrue. Even worse, keep me locked away in a room like some vicious animal while they’re gone.
I scrub my eyes with the heels of my hands to erase the images of me bashing his head in with a statue of himself. If Kyzen hadn’t frozen or slowed down—hell, whatever he did—time, there’s no doubt in my mind, my Valtrue and I would’ve left him a mangled mess on the floor.
Maybe I am like a vicious animal.
My response to fear, to feeling cornered, is to lash out.
Attack before I can be attacked.
