“I’m not in a rush. I just wanted to eat at our normal time, then spend the rest of the night with Thayla. You’re pushing my plansout. The later we eat, the less time we have lying around with her.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Creed grunts, shoving himself up from the couch.
Knew that’d do it.
Amick should’ve started there.
I’ve learned my lesson. If I want dear ol’ Death to do something, I just bring her up first.
Works every time.
Kyzen and I grin at one another as he starts snatching shit out of the icebox and tossing pans around.
“I’ll go see what she’s up to.”
I jump to my feet.
“Allow me,” I say, holding my hand out to stop Kyzen. “You just make sure these two don’t kill one another.”
He smirks and rolls his eyes at me as he plops back down on the couch.
Creed glares at my laugh as I jog past him and make my way down Thayla’s hall.
My attention scans her empty room.
“Little burden. Come out, come out, wherever you are,” I singsong, then smirk at the small shriek that echoes from the bathroom.
“You scared the shit out of me,” she says as she emerges in nothing but a towel.
Her new hairdo is pulled up on the top of her head, and water still beads across her chest and hairline.
Perfection.
“Washing the day away, huh?”
“Trying to scald my skin off.” She shrugs and I chuckle.
“Talking with Iric wasn’t that bad, was it?”
“Actually, no. It was way better than expected, really. I just…” She glances over her shoulder toward her bathroom. “Needed tosit with everything we talked about. Think about some things a little more deeply.”
“Well, do you feel better or shall I go cut his heart out?”
She laughs as though I’m joking, so I chuckle as well.
I’m not joking.
I’m not sure how many sorrys that would take to get bestie unmad at me, but you know. My Binder’s feelings come first.
“No, I feel a lot better. Like I said, I just needed to sort of think about a few things a bit more.”
“Good. Then he can keep his organ.” I smile.
She returns the gesture, although I may have given it away that I was serious, judging by the way her lips pucker together a touch.
“I was just coming to check on you since it’s been forever now. Put some clothes on—or don’t—and come on out here with us,” I say, nodding toward the door.
“Riven, wait,” she says as I turn from her. I pivot back around, and my eyebrows scrunch together as she shifts from side to side.
