None of them make a comment and my eyes narrow as they roam over each of them. The hair on the back of my neck starts to stand and the tension growing in my chest makes me fidget.
“What am I missing?”
Still, no one answers.
Creed finally lets out a gruff sigh. “Had you been anyone else, I would’ve had to take you down to Hellveilious until the gods decided what to do with you. As a becoming god, using your power on a Domain God is a seriously punishable offense.”
Ice slithers beneath my skin and my voice comes out in a harsh whisper. “You don’t believe what Gladian did was punishment enough?”
“He took it too far. His Valtrue member was in the wrong. Cause and consequence. He knows you had no control over your power settling and what his Valtrue member did set it off. I think that’s why he told the High Chancellor he was satisfied with the punishment he gave you. The High Chancellor disagrees even though he doesn’t know or doesn’t care to know the whole story.”
The pieces click together in my mind and the more sense it makes, the madder I get.
“Basically, what you’re all avoiding saying is, had Derivius not intercepted, and one of the other Beginning Gods read the request, they more than likely would’ve agreed and possibly done more.”
“Yes.” Creed grunts.
“Why haven’t any of you brought up how significant what I did was? I mean, I’m finding it difficult to regret my decision, but knowing the true severity would probably help avoid future explosions.”
“Because you defending Yemi was the right thing to do. You had no clue your power would settle right then and even if it hadn’t, standing up for her was still the right choice. If a situation like that ever arises again, we will defend your choice. I don’t give a fuck what god disagrees with it.”
The unwavering, honestly a little scary, conviction in Creed’s tone settles the mayhem that was starting to run wild through my mind.
I exhale as my tightly coiled muscles unwind. “Okay, so the crisis of the Beginning Gods giving me their own punishment avoided. The High Chancellor vaguely knows our plan and he’ll soon find out his request has been denied. What now?”
“Now we’re going to have the others come back in so we can finally start our day,” Amick declares as he flicks his wrist toward the door.
Kyzen snorts at him as he makes his way over there. My gaze tracks him until it lands on the surprisingly quiet Riven.
He’s propped himself on the wall beside the door with his arms crossed and the look on his face is distant. I’m not even sure if he’s heard anything that’s been said for the last few minutes.
As touching as his fierce reaction on my behalf was, it leaves me more confused. The mean-ass jealousy he showed earlier completely contradicts the quiet question that he asked me when Amick announced our relationship.
I can’t, for the life of me, figure out why he’d ask what he did.
I also can’t put my finger on whether he truly cares about me, or he’s just possessive over me.
“Why are you staring?”
His voice has the rest of the room coming back into focus. I was definitely staring at him so hard everything but him was blurry.
“Just got lost in my thoughts.”
A smirk stretches across his lips. “Tell me all about the crazy conversation you had with yourself.”
“I will if you will.”
His head tilts to the side before he watches Lambrit, Rose, and Yemi come back into the room behind Kyzen.
“No, thanks. I’d rather hear what the wise one has planned for us today.”
A pinch of disappointment crawls through me.
I turn my head when his face contorts in confusion. If I let that little emotion slip enough for him to see, the last thing I’m about to do is continue to let him analyze it and use it as his next joke.
“Very well.” Amick never takes his gaze off the large paper laid across his desk, but his voice drags all of our attention to him. “Yemi and Rose, will the two of you be okay sharing a room on our journey?”
A room?
