“You only say that ’cause I was first,” Riven snorts and I follow the sound.
Oh my gods.
Riven, Creed, Amick, Kyzen.
That was how it was listed on my Deliverance.
That’s how their rooms are laid out.
Oldest to youngest.
“Come here, little burden.”
Riven’s smooth command wraps around me and my wobbly legs step in his direction.
“Don’t look so scared.”
“I don’t understand what’s going on.”
“We’re trying to be sweet hus—boyfriends. That’s what’s going on.”
My lip twitches at his almost slip-up and he winks at me. The snap of his fingers causes me to flinch then cover my mouth with my hand.
“Riven…”
“I swear I didn’t steal this one and it can actually face your bed.”
A chuckle bursts free from behind my palm and my fingers reach out to trace the small statue he’s holding.
The chiseled marble is etched to perfection in white and obsidian. Every detail is so strikingly smooth and precise.
“Who made this?”
“A friend of mine.”
“You’ve got some talented friends. I’ll give you that. This friend knows what I look like?”
He purses his lips together, then rolls his eyes at Kyzen’s chuckle and murmured just tell her.
“Ugh, fine. I always have to give my secrets away.”
“We shouldn’t have secrets,” Creed mumbles.
My gaze bounces between them.
“I like to keep my hands busy. Haven’t made my way up to full bodies yet, but I’m working on it.”
A slow smile spreads across my face as I take an even better look at what he’s created for me.
It’s of us. The five of us.
I’m standing in the center, holding a bouquet of angel orchids. The four of them are surrounding me.
Sly god. He made the statue heads in our carriage. Of course he did.
“Who is who?” I ask once I can’t determine how he’s placed himself and his brothers.
“It doesn’t matter. All that matters is, it’s the four of us and you.”
