Page 67 of The Gods Order

“Gladian’s power. He didn’t lose it after he whipped me. You…you did something.”

Val stares at me. A hint of rage peeks behind his gaze, but he shoves it down.

“How?” Yemi breathes. “I’ve learned how to hide my own but not anyone else’s.”

“Not hiding,” he says, and a slow, forced smile replaces his frown. “If a boundary separates something from perception itself, people stop sensing it entirely.”

Everything falls silent. Not because of his power or mine or Yemi’s. I block it all out—including my confusion and shock over Gladian’s power—as I understand what his demonstrations were leading to.

“You knew before we even had a conversation with you that we’d need to travel to the Abandon, and we need to go in unseen. Unsensed.”

“Not exactly,” he admits. “I knew you’d have to travel somewhere, and you’d need to be able to get there undetected. And I’m going to teach you how.”

My mouth drops open.

Well…okay then.

Thayla

9

If Yemi and I can learn this, every plan moving forward changes.

We won’t have to make a two-day trek while sleeping on the cold, hard ground surrounded by the Abandon’s corrupt air.

No worries about using our power and being sensed. We could make it in and out of Obliteration’s house before he even realizes we’re there.

Get his Binding. Get out. Simple.

As simple as anything involving the Abandon and the God of Obliteration can be.

On the other hand, though, this could all be for nothing if his ass is carrying it around with him. Having the ability to hide everyone’s power won’t matter if he keeps the Binding on his ass at all times or some shit.

Nope, I’m not going to think like that.

One way or another, this is a necessary skill Yemi and I need to know.

“Okay,” I say. “Where do we start?”

Val’s gaze flares with excitement as it flicks between Yemi and me.

“I want you to keep this at the forefront of your minds. We’re not hiding. We’re separating. Got it?”

“Got it,” we agree.

“Good.” He nods. “When creating a physical barrier, what are you separating?”

Yemi’s hand shoots in the air and I snort.

“People from a space.”

My father grins.

“When creating a sound barrier?”

“Sound from an area,” she shouts out, and I cut my eyes at her.

“Give someone else a chance, huh?”