My throat closes and my lids drift shut as another truth filters through the air. I’ve been adamant I didn’t want to hear any of the guys’ stories from anyone but them. This piece of shit just gave me a large insight into why Creed’s the way he is with only a few words.
“What was the reason for this meeting, Kirabaddon?” Derivius makes no attempt to hide the annoyance in his voice.
“Derivius. As always, sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”
“You know as well as me, if it involves the boys, it involves me.”
Kirabaddon’s sigh—maybe that’s a laugh, I’m not sure—sounds exasperated. Derivius shifts his feet apart and crosses his arms.
Damn…I originally thought having a Beginning God with us as we face another one was a good idea.
Given my position directly hidden behind him and his ready-to-throw-down stance, I’m not so sure now.
“Desperate for their love still to this day. Let us not forget, they aremysons.”
“By blood. Nothing more.”
The weight of Derivius’s words hang heavily in the room. I force my lungs to cooperate so the deep breaths I’m taking aren’t heard. No one speaks or moves for an uncomfortable few seconds.
Finally, Kirabaddon grunts, and his footsteps sound like they’re moving farther away from the guys.
“That’s what’s most important. Now move aside and let the girl introduce herself. You all go back over there to him.”
Fuck.
Gone is that smooth tone, replaced with one full of malice and authority. I wipe the panic from my face as the guys’ eyes bore into me, but the sheer hatred in their features doesn’t help.
My heart pounds in my ears and my palms are drenched in sweat. A soft caress flutters across my chest, and I take in a deep gulp of air as the sensation soothes my soul.
The guys’ bodies practically vibrate as Derivius steps out of my way, but none of them dare to embrace me in any kind of way.
I don’t know how to express my first thought as my glare falls on the God of Obliteration leaning against a carved throne a few steps off the ground. The position of the seat makes me imagine him lording there, laughing at the beings worshipping at his feet.
For some reason, the guys acting like him was a thought that plagued me, but a resemblance didn’t cross my mind.
I believe I had him painted out like his statue outside.
Dark and nothing else. No facial features, emotions, or anything.
It’s incredibly strange and hard for me to understand how they have some of his features yet look nothing like him at all.
I assume it’s the purely evil energy pouring off him that’s messingwith my head.
A dark smirk spreads across his mouth as he runs his thumb over his lip. He takes the few stairs impossibly slow, and I make my feet stay put as his power slithers against my skin. The desire to take a step back is so strong, my knees threaten to give out on me.
“Come forward, girl. I won’t bite.”
My teeth grind together, and it takes all my mental strength not to sneer at him. No part of me wants to do as he ordered, but I also don’t want to put the guys in a harder spot than they’re already in.
I force my legs to stay sturdy and take three steps forward, leaving a couple of feet between us. In one stride, he closes the distance, and I swallow down my gasp as he peers down at me and chuckles low.
He has dimples.
The guys don’t, though.
Wait…I don’t know if they do.
I’ve never seen Creed or Amick fully smile.
