“Is anyone lined up to meet with me this afternoon?” I ask.
He casts a worried glance over at Yemi. “It’s looking like in the morning, Thay.”
I lock down the tremor attempting to slither across my skin.
The morning…
That’s pushing it really close.
“Okay.” I exhale. “That’s okay. We’ll make it work.”
I’m not sure if I’m trying to convince him, myself, everyone, but I continue to nod. Come sunrise, we’re working with a four-hour window to get the last remaining signatures, plus get to Valveilious and break the guys out. Then get to the Neutral.
It’s fine.
We’re fine.
I can…we can do it.
“Everyone who’s going, are you ready?” I ask.
Iric brushes his hand across Yemi’s as he steps beside Lambrit and Rose while Sevryn and Doren step closer to the two of us.
“Ready, V.”
His power washes over us and in less than a thought, we appear in front of the Meadorium in the meadows. The loss ofhis weight on my shoulder has me unconsciously rubbing on the spot he was sitting and glancing around.
“Where did you go?”
“I’m around, just unseen. Focus on what you need to do and I’m here if you need me.”
My eyes jerk toward Havar’s laugh and a small smirk crosses my lips.
The look fades fast.
It’s easy to point out who the God of Creatures is. He’s shirtless and his beautiful, ebony skin glistens in the sun. The multiple small creatures scampering up and down his arms and legs give that away.
I have no clue who the stunning goddess beside him is, though.
“Who is that?” I whisper to Yemi.
“No clue.”
“That would be the Goddess of Sound.” Doren leans in and murmurs.
“What is she doing here?” I ask him.
“That I do not know.”
I mean, she was on my list of Domain Gods, but I didn’t really consider her a true possibility. I honestly only added her because she made that poorly imitated sound of V’s hoot for Kyzen.
I didn’t know anyone with a connection to her that could invite her to meet me. I suppose Ellian could have, but he said he was focusing on the gods he thought carried the most weight.
“Ah, sir, this is the goddess the Prime and myself wanted you to meet,” Havar says as he finally notices us standing here.
My breath nearly hitches when the God of Creatures’ eyes flick to mine. They’re stunning in a hypnotizing way. I didn’t expect them to be…animalistic. The slitted shape of his pupils reminds me of a Spyvies.
“Otiero, God of Creatures. It’s very nice to meet you, Ms.—”
