Page 218 of The Gods Order

I fill him in on everything.

“I’m sure this is all overwhelming to hear all at once, especially since you’re just waking up, and I am sorry for dumping everything on you, but we don’t have the luxury of waiting around. I need to know if what you’re going to tell us about V is bad or good news. I need to not only prepare myself but Thayla.”

A shiver races across his skin and his lids drift shut. The way his chest expands brings me far more comfort than concern right now.

“I don’t know if it’s good or bad, if I’m being honest, Amick. I didn’t even know entirely what I was doing. I did what V told me to do.”

My brows furrow.

“He told you not to let go of his soul?”

He hums.

Before he can explain any further, the rapid pattering of feet echoes behind me, and I peer over my shoulder through his open door.

“You’ve already let her know you’re awake?” I ask.

“Didn’t really have a choice. My soul’s being a little fucking needy right now.”

Understandable, I suppose.

“Creed,” Thayla breathes as she crawls onto his bed.

With a swift tug and shift of his hands, he positions her until she’s on his lap, with her cheek pressed to his heart. He doesn’t say anything as he presses his face into her hair and takes a deep breath.

Riven and Kyzen situate themselves on the edge of his bed. Their scowls are much fiercer than Thayla’s soft smile.

“Are you okay? How are you feeling?”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be good as new in no time.”

“Yeah,” Riven scoffs. “Fucking liar. I feel how lethargic your power still is.”

Thayla pushes herself up, using his chest as leverage, and the warning rumble of his name that leaves her lips has the three of us smirking.

“Fine. One of Vullie’s vials and some help from Riven, if he isn’t going to be a dick about it, will have me good as new.”

“That can be arranged,” she says, smiling sweetly over at Riven.

He rolls his eyes and reaches into his pants pocket. He pushes Thayla’s hand away as she holds it out for the vial.

“Oh no, if he wants it, he has to let me give it to him.”

“Riven,” Creed growls.

“You want to feel better or lie here like a sack of potatoes?”

Creed’s nostrils curl into a disgusted sneer, but Thayla bats her lashes a few times and he gives up his fight rather quickly.

Thank goodness.

I simply don’t have the patience for this.

Not only does Riven pour the vial into Creed’s mouth for him, but he also cuddles up beside him, claiming they need skin-to-skin contact for his Harmony to help him. Which we all know is a lie, but his pestering seems to be helping Creed’s foul mood.

Thayla’s smiling genuinely.

“Better? At least a little?” she asks.