“Not fucking cool, little burden. You—what the hell are they doing here?” Riven asks.
I take the few steps down and head toward Mara. She passes over Creed’s sword without me even having to ask.
“Everything out here okay? All the Dark Gods taken care of?”
“Yeah,” Gladian grunts. “Where is Sevryn and his Valtrue? And how the fuck are we going to explain all these bodies?”
There are quite a few piles.
I step past them, focusing—well, attempting to focus—on nothing but the bodies laid about.
Slowly, I allow my Obliteration to bleed out of me once again. A few unfortunate bushes and flower beds don’t survive, but it is what it is.
I’m so grateful it’s been listening to me so well today.
Usually, I’d never…oh.
Oh my gods. I know why it’s coming to me so easy.
“Thayla!” I whip around to Creed’s bark of my name. “What the fuck is going on?”
My gaze scans the four of them. Their tense muscles, furrowed brows, and deep frowns speak a thousand words.
Wait a second…
“Who the fuck put their hands on you?” I ask.
All of them.
They all have blackened eyes and busted cheeks.
Who needs to die?
“We can talk about that later, little goddess. We need to get out of here,” Kyzen says, and they each nod.
“No, no, no,” I shout, throwing my hands up before Riven does something stupid like starshoot out without us.
“V, I got the guys out front. Everyone okay?”
“Perfect timing. Everyone’s okay and every Attendant’s coming with us. Plus…well, never mind, Yemi can share. We’re ready to go when you are. Once I leave, my power leaves.”
Shit. That’s right.
I release a tense breath.
“Go to the Sanctum and wait for her and her Valtrue. They’re leaving when we do. She can explain what’s going on.”
Gladian and Mara nod at me, then at each other. In a blink, they’re gone.
“What the hell?” Riven asks, perching his hands on his hips. “What did you do, angel? Gather an army while we were locked away.”
I cock my head to the side. “I mean…something like that.”
They each gawk at me.
“Kyzen, what’s the time?”
“Why do you—”
