My heart thunders in sync with her sure steps. It takes every bit of self-control not to lace my fingers with hers or stroke her soul as she stands beside me.
I keep my face as impassive as possible.
“Your hand.”
My sweet, protective Binder’s face isn’t nearly as relaxed as Yemi’s or mine. She can’t hide her true feelings for the goddess before us. Not entirely anyway.
The actual level of her hatred isn’t obvious, but close.
Rellannaver only touches her for a moment before she’s snatching her hands back.
“I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am. A being of Chaos isn’t what I would’ve assumed. You are strong, though. That isn’t a surprise, given your Pairing.” She holds Thayla’s gaze, searching for something. “Can you explain how a touch of your power mingled around the bodies with Ms. Andino’s?”
Truth to an extent, Mysenta.
“The Attendants cornered and attacked the two of us in the Athenaeum. The last thing I remember was punching one of them, then passing out from the drugs blown in my face. I’m not sure how or when my power reacted.”
“Drugs?”
“I believe that’s a part of Amick’s evidence.”
She nods once before starshooting away without another word.
“You both may step back. Amick, explain this event and present any evidence you have.”
From the moment I realized Thayla and Yemi had disappeared that day in the Athenaeum until we reached them in Hellveilious, I explainonlythe relevant details.
“How could you have been made aware they were in Hellveilious?”
My blank stare shifts to my father. The dimples in his cheeks make my jaw lock.
“Creed was made aware.”
“Step forward, my favorite son.”
I don’t bristle or shift from the comment. It’s always bothered Creed far more than us that he blatantly announces who he loves the most.
I know he doesn’t love me at all.
“Tell us how you were made aware.”
Creed stares into our father’s eyes. “The pull of her soul. Her soul is pure, and the moment she stepped out of the barrier surrounding the fighting rings, I felt the call.”
“You were in enough danger, Ms. Godrun, that your soul called out for death?”
The smirk on my father’s face screams that he believes he’s got us.
“Well, the God of Judgment had just announced a sudden death match, so yes, my soul called for the God of Death.”
“Death match?” the Goddess of Creation gasps.
“Another irrelevant topic for this trial,” I say.
Her eyes soften on me in a way they always have. It’s as confusing now as it was when I was a child. What’s the point of looking at someone with such tenderness if you’re not tender at all?
“Aside from the bodies, what proof do you have that Harriseen orchestrated this event?” Rellannaver asks.
I reach into my breastplate and pull out the illusion cube I took from Harriseen’s office the day I murdered him.
