That earns me his full, undivided attention.
“I’ll just be happy.”
“Good.” I smirk.
I’m shocked still as he rounds his desk and snatches me into a hug.
I, with no aid of my power, freeze. A good two seconds pass before I convince one of my arms to work enough to pat him on his back.
“You have no clue what you’ve given us, Kyzen. I can’t wait to tell you the truth.”
“Why don’t you go ahead and tell me now?”
“Not yet. I have to make sure everything’s perfect.”
I sigh, pure unrestrained annoyance, but still, I accept his answer. He’s never led us astray and he isn’t now. I might as well leave him to do what he does best and be happy when he gives me the answers I want.
“Nothing’s ever perfect, Amick. Except for Thayla.”
He pulls back and grips my shoulders.
“She is, I agree, and I won’t stop until this plan is perfect as well. Please trust me. I won’t let you down.”
My body slumps. “You’ve never let me down, Amick.”
His chest deflates and his throat bobs with his gulp.
“Very well. Thank you for this. See yourself out. I have work to do.”
I can’t help but bust out laughing at the dismissal. He releases me and situates himself back behind his desk. I don’t miss the twitch on his damn lips.
“I’ll see you at home later,” I say.
He’s already nose deep in the scroll by the time I reach the door.
Thayla
37
“I love the fact that we’re all sitting around enjoying breakfast like shit isn’t hitting the fan in an hour.”
The random thought that obviously slipped Riven’s mind has me choking on the forkful of eggs I just put in my mouth. Kyzen rubs his hand in circles on my back as I fall into a coughing fit.
Creed reaches over and slides my glass of water closer as if I can actually hold the damn thing right now. It only takes him a second to realize I can’t, so he stands from his seat and comes over to place it on my lips for me.
“Did…” I choke out, getting the last remaining coughs to come up. Then I take a huge gulp of coffee instead to wash everything down properly. “Did you two not care that I was dying?”
“That’s a tad dramatic, angel. If you’re coughing, you can breathe. Amick taught me that.”
I narrow my eyes on him. He’s the one who caused me to swallow my food wrong.
“I taught you that because you guzzled your meals so fast, you were in constant danger of choking or aspirating. Each time you’d panic.”
“What can I say? I was a starving boy.”
The fact that’s a serious statement makes my eye twitch.
“We talked about this at dinner last night. There’s nothing else to say or do,” Creed grumbles as he sits back in his chair.
