“As the God of Time, you should know a thing or two about patience, shouldn’t you?”
My gaze cuts to the man of my thoughts and narrows. “Where did that come from?”
He taps his temple. “You gods don’t know how to put up a mental block. You’re all loud as fuck.”
“You can hear our thoughts?”
“Yep,” he says with an undeniable hint of smug satisfaction.
“Oh, I don’t like that shit one little bit. No one should hear my songs unless I’m singing out loud,” Riven says.
Corentin, Draken, and Caspian cock their heads to the side as Tillman nods like he one hundred percent agrees with him.
Fuck.
I hope to hell he hasn’t been thinking some murderous, chaotic shit.
“Thanks for the damn warning, V,”I say.
“He always had the intention of telling you. He wanted to make sure you four were trustworthy first.”
“Well, deceiving us doesn’t really help with us trusting them, now does it?”
“I wasn’t deceiving any of you. We don’t know you, and you don’t know us. Just as you all have been planning what to do in order to protect your Pri—Binder if we attack, we’ve been doing the same. We’re all prepared to use every advantage we have,” Tillman says.
The open honesty shocks me for a second, then I get over it. If he’s heard everything we’ve thought since they arrived, then he knows we mean them no harm as well. As long as they don’t make a move toward Thayla or us.
“I’ve got the best advantage,” Draken cheers, winking at all of us.
“Are you talking about your penis?” Riven whisper-yells, horrified, and I hang my head.
That was a thought that should’ve stayed in his mind.
“My dragon.” Draken laughs, not the least bit fazed by Riven’s shit.
“Speaking of that, are you really a dragon, and if so, does that mean you can fly?”
“What kind of question is that, Riven?” I ask behind the chuckle I didn’t mean to let slip free.
“Um, a normal one. It’s not like I can see his wings or anything.”
“Well, did you maybe consider it could be offensive to ask that?”
“Honestly, no. The thought didn’t even cross my mind.”
“Meh, no offence at all. I’m the biggest and fastest creature in the sky,” Draken states, and Riven scoffs.
“Taurnshit. We’ve got creatures that are undoubtedly faster. I won’t believe this nonsense until I see it.”
“Are you trying to go for a flight?”
A massive, mischievous smile takes over Riven’s face. “Are you offering?”
“No, he isn’t. Enough, Draken. We told you before we came that you weren’t shifting unless it was an emergency,” Corentin declares, not taking his eyes off the strange thing in his hand.
“Oh, come on, boss man. I won’t shift into my biggest size. Just big enough to put him on my back.”
“I said no, and it isn’t even me who gave the original order. Willow made that clear.”
