We all nod. She marches up to Creed and snatches the pie out of his hand. Fuming. Her door leaving her room slams with the force of the stars and we turn to glare at Riven.
“That went way smoother than I thought it was going to when we first came in here. Look at this shit. She drew blood on my collarbone.”
He tugs down his shirt, and Amick’s sigh flutters around us.
“I’m going to check on her. I have no guidance for this.”
Unlike Thayla, he doesn’t slam the door behind him. Creed shifts his feet and crosses his arms while I pinch the bridge of my nose.
“Is there a way to fix this, Riven, or does it have to run its course?” I ask.
“Personally, I think—”
“I don’t give a shit what you think. Is there a fix or not?”
He grumbles under his breath as he rummages around in his pocket. He pulls out and shakes a vial before handing it over to me.
“Two drops in a drink.”
“Is this going to have any effects on them? Anything I should worry about?”
“No. Sadly, it’s very boring and straightforward.”
I sigh and turn to Creed.
“You got everything here?”
“Yeah. You may be one brother short when you get back.”
“How rude.”
“Just make sure Thayla’s okay.”
He scoffs. “I got her.”
Riven’s stupid fucking ass gives me a small smile and a wave as I head back out Thayla’s door and over to Yemi’s.
No one answers my knock and the second I step in, my power bursts free. The damn flying food halts inches from my face.
This is going to be lovely to mediate.
Thayla
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My gasp rips free from my throat and I fling myself up. Sheets twist around my legs like restraints, and that’s all the time it takes for hands to latch onto me.
“Easy, little goddess.”
My breath catches. It takes a terrifyingly long heartbeat for my mind to place the familiar voice and for my body to register the touch.
Warm, gentle, firm, and a little rough.
Wait…that’s two different grips.
My head throbs as the realm shifts back to normal and a body crawls in front of me, blocking the sight of the fireplace.
“I—” My voice shakes.
