“Godrun!”
We turn to the bellow of my name, and my blank face morphs into a sneer as not only Gladian and Mara march toward us, but so do Chasin, Mellcom, and Jeremiah.
“What are you doing here?” Gladian asks as soon as he approaches us.
“I need a word with you. Privately.”
He tilts his head to the side, nodding for the others to back off. Chasin’s the only one who walks away. Granted, I don’t give a shit if Mara hears, but the other two…
“Whatever you need to say to him, you can say to us, Thay.”
I drag my glare to Mellcom as his slimy-ass power coats my skin. My shoulders straighten and I grip the tingles racing down my spine.
“Back off, Bellame. Now,” Gladian warns, but Mellcom doesn’t remove his eyes from mine.
He takes a step forward, and I hold my arm out to stop Sevryn from getting in front of me.
Mellcom and Jeremiah scoff out laughs that make my eye twitch.
“If you’re here without your…Valtrue, then something’s going on. You can tell me, Thay.”
My heart rate kicks up as he moves a foot closer to me.
“Tell me—”
My fist connects with his mouth, and his body goes flying through the air until he soars through the barrier. Jeremiah bellows his name, running after him, while Sevryn throws his head back, laughing.
I stare down at my fist coated in white, glowing power, and attempt to shake it off as if that’ll send my power of Boundaries back into my spine where it’s supposed to be.
“Oops,” I say when I meet Gladian’s shocked expression.
“What the hell was that?”
“Just a little Chaos. Nothing to be concerned about.”
His eyes narrow.
“Despite his ass not fucking listening to my command, he was right. You wouldn’t be out here without your Valtrue unless something was wrong, so spit it out.”
With a snap of my finger, the parchment for signatures and a pen starshoots into my hand, and I hold it out toward him.
“I need you to sign this.”
He tentatively unrolls the parchment and his eyes widen comically. They flash from the paper to me numerous times.
“Where the hell is your Valtrue right now?”
“That’s none of your damn business,” Sevryn growls.
“It is my business if she’s asking me to put my damn neck on the line and sign this.”
“You worthless piece of—”
Again, my hand lands on Sevryn’s chest and he whips his attention down to me.
Looks most certainly can communicate.
His is saying you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
