Page 120 of The Gods Order

My gaze traces over the two men I’ve never seen in my life, standing at the edge of my entrance hall like they don’t know what to do with this situation.

I lock onto one who’s…far too pretty to be paired with Gladian.

Well, pretty probably isn’t the right word. Put together. Like he’s supposed to be roaming the streets of Valveilious. His shiny tanned skin, bright smile, blond hair, button-up shirt, and dress pants are hilariously different from Gladian’s entire demeanor and attire.

Despite all that, there’s something oddly…familiar about him.

I’m not sure how I feel about that.

The one standing next to him looks even more out of place.

His wild black hair screams I couldn’t care less about fixing myself up. He’s also wearing what looks like a healer’s cloak…

His eyes keep drifting to Riven.

My little psycho must have made him nervous on their adventure.

They’re both large in build like most godly men, but they’re smaller than Gladian. Like most everyone.

They’re missing one…

“Too late for that, I’m afraid,” I say, pointing behind her. “I don’t know those two people in my house but can take a gander at who they may be since my men allowed them in here.”

Mara shrieks when she notices them, then falls still in Gladian’s arms.

“Oh no…” she says, snapping her attention to me, then Yemi, then Rose. She looks petrified. “They’re really hot.”

The one who looks like he’s on the verge of passing out straightens his shoulders. The blond-haired one is wearing a sly smirk. Gladian doesn’t seem to be too happy with that comment. That tickles me so much I burst out laughing. It grows louder and more contagious when Riven joins in.

“Oh my gods. G-Gladian, get me home,” Mara groans, tucking her face into his neck. “I can’t officially meet them like this. I’m not ready.”

“You’re not meeting them today. I’m going to get you home and into bed,” Gladian swears.

“Bed, yes. I want my bed. Men-less. No men in my bed.”

“I swear to you, no man will enter your bedroom.”

“Then how will you put me in my bed?” she asks, and he closes his eyes, huffing.

“I will put you in bed, then leave your room.”

“You can stay.”

I fall into another fit of laughter, waving bye to Mara as he groans and stomps toward the door.

Flustered as fuck.

“I’ll walk them. I need to speak with him anyway,” Creed says, laying a quick kiss on my forehead before rushing toward the door.

The other two give little dips of their heads, but before they can spin on their heels and run, Riven claps his hands, hollering for them to wait.

“Introductions are in order elsewhere,” he cheers, greeting me with a bright smile. “Angel, let me introduce you to my very, very dear friend. Vulius Gulliver. Better known as Vullie.”

My eyebrows scrunch together.

His friend…Vullie.

“Oh my gods. You’re the asshole who made that sleep paralysis drug that put me and Yemi on our asses.”