Riven would’ve had to rely on his Harmony just to find the words. There’s no telling how that would’ve gone.
For him.
Or for her.
If it had been possible at all, drained as he is.
I wouldn’t have kept the anger out of my tone. I would’ve made her feel responsible, when that’s the furthest thing from the truth.
My power is unsettled right now.
It’s both pleased the God of Shadows is dead and disappointed I wasn’t the one to take his life. It wants the souls of everyone responsible for what happened to her.
A heavy exhale leaves Thayla, and she lets her eyes linger shut for what feels like an eternity. Her calves twitch as she draws her legs in, adjusting like she’s preparing to stand.
When her gaze meets mine, she doesn’t need to voice the request I see there.
I pivot until my back faces her and place her hand on my shoulder.
“Creed?” Kyzen asks quietly as though he’s afraid speaking too loud will shake the fragile air.
“Lift her. We’re going home.”
I don’t know who does what for her, and she doesn’t argue or complain. Once both her arms are slung over my shoulders, I grip under her thighs and stand.
She tucks her face into my neck and a shiver races down my spine from how cold her nose is.
I’m going to fuck Riven up for bringing her out here in shorts.
“Blanket,” I command.
Not a second later, a snap echoes through the air.
A plush cover is draped over us, and her fingers tangle in the material. The scent of Amick’s room engulfs me, making my nose twitch while she sighs.
With every step, her exhaustion bleeds into me, just as her pain did.
My power reacts.
My soul follows.
I leash them both. The last thing I want is for her to sense how thin the line I’m walking is. Has been.
It’s so fucking fragile my jaw locks.
My restraint snapped the second I saw that Dark God gripping her and that fucking collar around her neck.
The moment she was marched out our door, my brothers and I broke.
The instant we realized there was no saving her from what was coming, memories, old wounds and fears, rushed us.
We exploded. Destroyed the house as it struggled to repair what those fuckers had already ruined.
And then…we attacked.
I haven’t felt the full force of Derivius’s power in years, but we left him no choice. He unleashed it just to survive us. We were close to draining ourselves dry. If not for V, we would have.
Our power replenished as we paced that fucking white room. Over and over.
