“There aren’t enough of them.”
I shake my head to clear the deep baritone tone I hear in my own voice.
“Shit…he’s about to snap like a twig. Did you guys see how red his neck was? That was a beautiful shade.”
“Don’t, Riven. I’m so serious. Don’t push him. Especially not here.”
“Ugh, fine. Gods, it’s going to be so glorious when that temper finally snaps in half.”
No, no, it will not be.
Hell hath no fury like the God of Knowledge when he’s had enough.
Thayla
18
“Stop whatever this nonsense chatter is and get in the carriage.”
I shoot an apologetic smile to Doren, Nero, Sevryn, and—fuck, I don’t know his name yet—as Amick stomps through their circle.
He plops down in the seat closest to the window and rests his fingers against his lips as he instantly falls into his thoughts.
I shimmy my ass right into his lap.
“I’m not in the mood for a conversation right now.”
He says that, but his other hand grips my thigh to hold me in place.
“Then don’t converse, just listen. I don’t have any wise words to give you because I’m not all that happy with the decisions being made individually here lately either. The thought of something happening to any of you sends me into a rage I don’t know how to control. So until we get home, listen to everything the new additions to our group are about to say.”
“You believe one of them is going to say something worth hearing?”
I run my tongue across my teeth to stop myself from smirking at him.
“Well, one of them is who gave us the Binding. Another has a lot of pull in Valveilious apparently, and the newest is an Attendant who never should’ve been assigned here. So yeah, I’m sure one of them is going to say something interesting.”
He contemplates that long enough for everyone to join us in the carriage and take a seat.
Kyzen, Riven, and Creed spare me a glance as I sit in Amick’s lap. My initial thought is they’re just checking on us, then I realize there actually aren’t any more available seats.
So, this is where I’ll be sitting for the entire flight.
“Very well. It seems everyone has wiser insight than me today and I find that I thoroughly hate that.”
“Fuck, I relate to that so much. I hate when someone’s funnier than me.”
I press my finger to Riven’s forehead and push him back from right between mine and Amick’s faces. He pouts for a moment, but I blow him a kiss, and he pretends to catch it.
Then he proceeds to lick his palm.
Fucking psycho.
“We have our moments, but you’re still the wisest, Candyman.”
The carriage rolls back, slinging me fully into his chest. As smooth as cream, he uses his finger to tilt my chin up and lays a gentle kiss against my lips.
“Thank you,Mysenta.”
