“Stay out of my soul, you nosy ass.”
Creed shrugs when his brothers glare at him. “Am I wrong?”
“No,” I huff.
“I was always going to be honest with you about that, but I brought it up just now because I want you to know, he doesn’t have to haunt you anymore. Him or that other fucker. When you’re ready, you give us the word. Do you understand me, little goddess?”
I’m not sure what’s more intimidatingly sexy.
The fact he said that so gently and without a trace of tremor in his tone or fury in his eye. Or the strength behind the devotion pounding down my soul.
“I understand.”
Valories.
That smile could kill it’s so stunning.
“Do you think you can stand or do you want one of us to move you to a chair?”
“I think I got it, but a hand up would be nice.”
I smirk when all three of them stand and stretch their palms toward me. I’m not choosing who helps, so I hold my hands out and whoever gets there, gets there.
Kyzen, the forever generous, secedes to his brothers and lets them pull me up. I blink a few times and let my blood rush to my feet before I take a step.
Luckily, the dizziness is gone, and I make it to the table all on my own.
The three of them join with mugs of coffee and we all chuckle at the background noise of snores vibrating lightly through the house.
“What time did you get back from Yemi’s? When I fell asleep, you still weren’t back.”
“It was pretty late. I wanted to make sure what Riven gave me actually worked. I also felt explaining what happened while they weren’t forced to be honest was the best way to handle it.”
“Gods. How mad is Yemi?”
“Well, surprisingly, and I guess not really, Nero was the maddest. Yemi’s torn. She’s pissed he drugged her, obviously, but thankful he did it. She feels guilty for being happy about it. She said for the most part, nothing came from her that she hasn’t already expressed to them, but they—more so Nero and Iric—have been pretty tight-lipped.
“Sevryn’s sort of the same. Plus, he wants to beat Riven’s ass. He’s been rudely and brutally honest this whole time and his only slip-up was admitting he likes Doren, which pissed him off.”
I snort at that. I don’t know how anyone can’t like the God of Discovery.
“How did Doren handle all of this?”
“He was actually upset.”
“Really?” I ask.
“Given his slip of confession that the God of Consequence was the one who tampered with the Binding, and he wasn’t supposed to tell us that, I can understand that,” Amick adds and my eyebrows rise to my hairline.
“Shit, I forgot about that.”
“Well, it got fucking loud and ridiculous after he announced that,” Creed grumbles.
That’s true.
“So, we still have friends?” I ask.
Kyzen chuckles, then takes a sip of coffee.
