She doesn’t say anything to him. Just as fast as she starshot down here, she returns to her tier, standing in front of her seat.
“There will be no vote. All the conditions brought forth have been satisfied. I, Rellannaver, Beginning God of Accord, release Creed, Amick, Kyzen, and…Riven from the Power of Authority Agreement made on their behalf.”
Her decree carries weight, and it slams heavily against my men. Deep breaths fall from their chests as if something has just uncoiled from around them. She starshoots away not a moment later, and Kirabaddon bellows as his chair flies behind him, shattering to pieces as it hits the wall.
“No. Get back here, Accord!” His furious gaze whirls toward us, and he points a finger at Derivius. “You will pay for this, Chaos. As will the five of you.”
His roar echoes around the chamber seconds after his flash of white light whisks him away. Sabelline, as poised as possible, rises from her seat, scowling at us. She spares us no wink, wave, or blown kisses today as she leaves.
A wail rings around the room and I damn near jump out of my skin from the high-pitched racket. Calista dramatically throws herself around.
“After these past two days together, how could you all want to leave me?”
My men share a confused and also highly pissed off look with one another.
Clearly, they had a very different experience than she did.
“Let’s go,” Amick demands, linking his fingers with mine and turning us around.
“No, please. Wait.”
“Don’t take another step closer to them, Creation.”
Her cries silence as the double doors slam behind us, and I suck in what feels like my first full breath since I stepped in there. My head falls back as I close my eyes, allowing Amick to tug me along.
“May I escort you all home?”
I startle as Derivius’s voice sounds right behind me, and Creed glances down at me questioningly.
I ignore him.
And Derivius.
“Yeah. That’s probably a good idea,” Kyzen says.
Damn it.
Quicker than I can object to anything, his power wraps around us. In a matter of a few short seconds, we appear on our front lawn. I avoid Derivius’s gaze with all my might.
“Boys, how do you feel?” he asks.
They each blow out harsh breaths.
“I don’t really know. Happy, nervous. A little of everything.”
Kyzen rubs the back of his neck with one hand, while he stuffs the other in his pocket. Creed grunts his agreement.
So they’re more anxious than anything.
“Confused as fuck,” Riven says. “Can’t complain too much, though. The look on Accord’s face when you put her in her place wasglorious.”
Derivius tries to hide it, but I catch how his shoulders curve in on themselves the smallest amount.
They weigh more than his revenge.
My heart flutters the smallest bit, and I loathe the way that feels. It should be doing somersaults right now.
“Empowered,” Amick mumbles, and we all turn our attention toward him. “I’m not sure what all transpired that made this possible nor do I know exactly what comes next, but I know it’ll be much easier to accomplish now.”
