“Iric.”
We fall into silence, and both our gazes follow Thayla and Sevryn as they battle through the meadow grass.
I don’t usually get to sit back and watch either of their skills.
I’m typically training Thayla, and I left Sevryn at the Court the few times I’ve taken him.
They’re fucking impressive.
She’s come so far.
My Goddess of Death.
Ugh. I’m turning into a sap.
“You all seem lighter today,” Iric comments in his quiet, observant tone.
I sigh and cross my arms. “Well, as you’re well aware, emotion carries weight.”
There’s no point lying to this god.
I’ve studied up on his abilities since Riven’s truth taurnshit made him spit out why he was basically running away from us. The more I learned, the shittier I felt for not noticing someone like him being stuck in Hellveilious.
That had to be agonizing for him. His power probably stayed in a constant state of stress.
“I apologize. I didn’t mean—”
“You don’t have to apologize or explain. I understand there’s a compulsion to your power that you can’t quite control.”
I don’t glance at him, but I swear I sense his flinch through the energy in the air between us.
“So you’ve all looked into my abilities.”
“I have.”
“Your brothers and Thayla haven’t?”
“I’m not sure about my brothers. Amick would be the one to take the initiative and do some research. As for Thayla, no.”
“Do you believe she remembers all the conversations had at dinner that night?”
I turn to face him completely then. My eyes narrow, while his stay as calm and collected as they always are.
“Why would you ask that?”
He continues to hold my gaze.
“Do you remember Lusia Nighly?
Shock races through my chest and an icy shiver slides down my spine. Guilt also rears its head, and I fight back the bile racing up my throat. I don’t know what fucking game he’s playing bringing her up.
I haven’t heard her name uttered in six years.
It’s one I’ll never forget, though.
“Why are you bringing her up?” I grit out.
“Lusia had a Domain under the High Chancellor.”
