Mine is telling him to back the hell off.
“In a little over twenty-six hours from now, they’re supposed to report to the Neutral for a hearing that would allow them to void the agreement made on their behalf under the Law of Doppia Disaccord. They aren’t going to make it in time becausethey’re currently being held hostage by the Goddess of Creation. I’m collecting the signatures for them, then I’m busting them out. Any more questions or will you just fucking sign now?”
If I thought his shock was comical before, it’s hilarious now.
“You’re serious?”
“Deadly.”
He holds my gaze for a moment longer, then passes me the parchment back. My scowl deepens.
“You’re not going to sign it for them? Are you kidding me?”
“I am. After we collect the other signatures.”
“We?” Sevryn and I say at the same time.
“No offence, Godrun, but you don’t know how to talk to gods. You got an issue with authority and you’re about to ask Domain Gods to sign something that basically draws the line in the sand on where they stand. You need me.”
My nostrils flare.
“I don’t have an issue with authority. I have an issue with fucking self-righteous assholes trying to control and lord over those they view as lesser. All I need from you is for you to embed your essence in your signature when you sign this.”
“And I said, I will. After.”
“Come on, Thayla. We don’t need his ass, and we don’t have time for this shit. We’ll pick another name off this list,” Sevryn says as he grips my bicep.
You’re going to find alliances from unlikely sources.
Don’t let old grudges or differences stop you from reaching your goals.
That doesn’t mean you forgive and forget.
My hands clench at my sides as Willow’ssagefucking advice runs through my mind without my say-so.
It’s really starting to piss me off that she was so right.
“Fine,” I grit out through my locked jaw.
“I’m going too.”
“The hell you are, Mara,” Gladian says, snapping his neck in her direction. She holds my stare, not his.
“Works for me,” I say, shrugging.
Simply out of spite.
Granted, she can whoop ass if need be, so…
Gladian doesn’t look nearly as excited now.
“If you’re coming, you’re going to need to grab real swords. You aren’t going to like where we’re heading next,” I say.
“Which is where?” he asks.
Sevryn lets out a low chuckle.
“Hell.”
