I smile as Amick’s bewildered look slides from Sevryn to me and I blow him a kiss.
“Can we fucking go already?” Creed asks.
For what reason, I don’t know, because he’s already stomping toward Doren and Nero.
I race to catch up to his side, then lace my fingers with his. His stare weighs on my shoulders, but I keep my face forward and stroke his soul.
He’s a cacophony of emotions right now, and they’re seeping out as annoyance and anger.
I clear my throat as we break from the trees, startling the two men. They spin around far too fast for my men’s liking.
I huff and roll my eyes as a wall of muscle forms in front of me. Even Sevryn jumped in the line, and I cut my gaze beside me to a snickering Riven. He’s the only one who hung back, but there isn’t a breath of distance between our arms.
My body shimmies through the tight space that is Creed’s and Sevryn’s shoulders. They damn near squash my ass trying to keep me back.
I send them both a glare before putting on a small smile as I face Doren and Nero.
“Thayla.”
“Nice to see you again, God of Discovery.”
A huge grin spreads across his face as he strolls toward me, arms wide like he’s about to get a hug. I bite back a laugh when Creed and Sevryn shove their palms out to stop him. Instead of taking offence, he yanks Sevryn’s hand into a handshake.
“You must be Creed, God of Death. It’s my honor to finally meet you.”
Kyzen clears his throat to cover his chuckle. Riven doesn’t.
His arms wrap around me, using my body for support as he falls into a fit of laughter.
“Oh, gods. I like him the best already.”
I elbow him, although it does nothing at all.
Poor Doren’s lost, but I can’t explain how much I appreciate the fact he was that enthusiastic to shake Creed’s hand. Unbeknownst to him, he’s still holding his Valtrue member’s.
“The name’s Sevryn.”
The momentum of their hands slows to a stop as Doren’s eyes flare wide.
Then he throws his arms around him.
“Oh, I’m so—for the Valories,” Doren shrills as he jumps back.
“I’m not much of a hugger.”
“You asshole, did you just use your pain on him?”
“What? He surprised me.”
“My apologies. I let my excitement get the best of me. Yemi isn’t with you, is she?” Doren asks.
He peers around us, but there isn’t a trace of offence or anger on his face.
I could stab Sevryn. I should stab him.
“Of course not. I wouldn’t let her anywhere near this fucking place.”
Again.
