“Okay? I’m trying not to squeal like a child. You’ve got a Veilatara companion and a Vedarya? I’m trying not to be ugly jealous.”
“You can be jealous, Havar. I’m flattered.”
I smile, but it wavers for a moment when I look at Yemi. “Yemi?”
“I’m fine, I promise. Never had a list complete itself so fast.” She chuckles, but it’s forced.
“Very well. Now I was told there’d be food at this party. I’d like to be fed.”V hoots, flies over, and sits himself right on the counter.
“I didn’t realize Vedarya eat food as we do,” Havar says, shoving his plate toward V.
Someone is about to be in competition with Riven for attention.
“I don’t have to, and some things wouldn’t settle well with me, but I like to indulge.”
Yemi pulls the plate back with her nostrils curled up at her cousin. “I’ll fix him his own plate, Havar, geez.”
We all break out into laughter at the pout on Havar’s lip.
“Told you everything would be okay. And it will be. We’re in this together. All of us. I’ll research whatever Amick needs me to, to find out about the Messenger, your powers, where this Binding is, anything. Nothing is going to happen to you.”
I lean my head against Lambrit’s chest as he pulls me in for a hug. I wink at Rose, who holds on to my forearm and nods agreeingly with everything he just said.
I really couldn’t be happier with his new relationship.
She’s perfect.
I adore her.
Time flies by as the night turns into one of the most fun and memorable I’ve had. We devoured everything Yemi prepared and laughed when she bitched about having to go back to the dining hall to refill her icebox so soon.
The conversation has flowed smoother than it ever has. Granted, it probably has a lot to do with the fact we’re in the comfort of one of our homes. Not the Athenaeum or out and about around the other gods.
I grip my sore stomach as Havar groans and lowers himself to his knees. Rose vibrates with excitement on the ground where she’s perched between Lambrit’s legs and a permanent smile has been plastered on his face ever since she assumed the position.
Hysterical tears flow down my face and Yemi leans into me, gripping my arm as we die of laughter. It was Havar’s idea to play a silly game with the cookies, and out of everyone, he’s been losing the most.
The rules were simple.
You have to get the cookie in your mouth without using your hands. It has to be placed on your forehead, and you use your facial expressions to move it.
This is his third and last turn. It’s also the third time he’s had to get it off the floor with his teeth.
It’s a good thing I left some cookies behind for the guys because we’ve finished off the tray with this game. Creed really has a weapon at his disposal if he ever went that route rather than being a dick.
He could piss me all the way off, then bake me some sweet treats and I’d no doubt get over whatever he did.
I wish they were here.
The thought abruptly has my unrestrained laughter turning into small chuckles as I wipe my eyes. My smile lingers on my lips as Havar pumps his fists in the air like he’s won a grand prize for finally getting the cookie.
“You do realize that you still lose, right?” Yemi asks him as she pushes herself off the couch.
“That’s taurnshit. I’m the only one who had to be creative.”
I scoff and throw the decorative pillow at him. “By laughing so hard it continued to fall off your face and you had to eat off the ground like an animal?”
“Well, I’m pretty close to animals, so it’d make sense that comes naturally.” He laughs as he plops down on his ass, but I cock my head at him.
