My eyes scan the three Attendants kneeling on the tile floor with their heads bowed.
“These will be your personal Attendants. They’ll make sure all of your needs are taken care of so you can be your most beautiful self every day. Let me show you your closet.”
My mouth gapes and my stare wills the Attendants to look at me.
They won’t.
They don’t move.
I don’t even take in the actual bathroom as she pulls me along through the archway in the wall. Again, I nearly trip over myself.
I’ve never seen a closet so big in my life.
It’s got to be as big as my room back in the Godsdawn.
“How…is it already full?” I ask.
“Oh, silly girl. I’m the Goddess of Creation. A snap of my fingers and all of this was ready for you. And no worries, if I got the sizing off, it’ll shrink or…grow to your body once you put something on.”
I’m pretty sure she was just talking shit about my body.
“Why did you do all of this?” I ask before I can stop myself.
She gives me a sad smile as she links her arm through mine again and guides me back out of the room.
The Attendants still won’t budge. I only know they’re alive because their chests are moving softly with their breaths.
“Can I be honest with you, goddess to goddess?” she asks as we make it to the edge of the bed.
“Uh, sure.”
She pats the spot next to her as she sits down.
I slowly lower myself.
“It’s been very clear to me that the boys aren’t very comfortable here just yet. Since you all arrived, they’ve looked to you for approval, guidance, to check on you. I figured if I gave you the grandest space and made you more comfortable, they’d follow suit. You have a lot of influence over them.”
“I wouldn’t call it influence. We work as a team, like a completed Valtrue should.”
“I can’t believe no one told me they were in a completed Valtrue. Mothers should be informed of these things.”
I don’t say anything as she huffs and her shoulders sag.
To be honest, I don’t know what to say to her.
It’s clear now she’s trying to compensate for not being in their lives, but she’s trying to do it with stuff.
My men don’t give a shit about stuff.
“So tell me everything. What do my boys love to do? How have they been? My poor sweet Kyzen doesn’t talk a lot anymore. He must be so sad, but Amick seems to speak now, so that’s a good thing. Has Creed gotten his…issues under control or does he still rely on Rella’s son?”
I blink. Obsessively.
It’s a battle to get my anger in check while also trying to process all the shit she just asked.
“Kyzen and Amick speak plenty, and they’re both very happy. Creed has no issues, andRella’sson’s name is Riven.”
There’s no hiding the bite in my tone, but it doesn’t faze her. She waves me off.
