If the fake Binding wasn’t in Seductions, then she and our father are now aware they’ve been fooled.
If it was, then their suspicions of why nothing has come from its destruction are heightening.
It’s a matter of time before they figure out the truth.
Then they’ll prepare their retaliation.
Will that be on us directly? Godsden? The Godsdawn? The lower regions?
What consequences do we prepare to face?
Do we tell the God of Chaos?
If we do, he may be obligated to tell them. Or he may demand we give it to him, then we don’t know what he may do with it.
Do we leave it alone, or do we attempt to get more power out of it now that it’s in our possession?
How can a plan work out the way you intended and also go completely wrong?
Even with all the power in my veins and knowledge in my mind, how do I keep them from him?
I run through the sequence of events.
I should’ve known he was up to something when he asked to hold the Binding. In my power-pumped mind, he, like myself, was bathing in the feeling of growing a little fuller.
A touch closer to whole.
This is my fault.
I pushed Thayla to embrace this.
I didn’t predict this.
I didn’t protect him.
Now what?
I need to reread the agreement made on our behalf. We may still be in our infancy compared to our father and the other Beginning Gods’ ages, but nonetheless, we’re grown. There must be something in there that strips hispermittedaccess to us.
“Candyman…”
My dry lids blink repeatedly. It isn’t until they’ve chased away the searing burn that I can see Thayla, sitting in the chair across from me.
“How did you get in here?”
“I walked in after you didn’t answer my knock.”
She most certainly means knocking.
I don’t correct her.
Obviously, when I stripped the permission for the others to enter, my subconscious—maybe my soul or power—didn’t extend that to her.
“What can I do for you?”
She studies me, and I fight the fidget crawling through my skin.
“The others have called it a night, and I waited as long as I could allow myself to before coming to check on you.”
