Page 90 of The Gods Order

“Sevryn,” I bark as he tugs me forward. “I can’t step out there and look this weak in front of them.”

His eyes narrow, but I can’t deal with him right now.

I take three massive breaths and pull my shoulders back. My balance isn’t what I’d like it to be, but it’ll have to be enough.

My palm lands against the door and my jaw locks as the permission pulls even more power from me. I breathe a sigh of relief when the sensation finally stops.

Two steps past the threshold, Faron appears.

“We’ll see ourselves out.”

“Yes, sir.” He bows, but I catch the curiosity in his eyes.

Every step hurts. Keeping my shoulders straight is damn near unbearable. I want to punch Sevryn for the way he keeps staring at me. Every time his finger brushes mine like he’s about to steady me, my teeth clench tighter.

The sight that greets me as soon as we step out of the Division has my soul swelling in my chest.

“I’m going to fuck you up.”

A small smirk twitches on my lip and I sway.

“Not here. Get me home first, my endling,” I mumble.

Then…my legs crumble beneath me.

Thayla

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My glare swiftly morphs into a face full of worry as Creed hits his knees.

For a fleeting second, I’m shocked frozen as confusion and fear trample through my chest. When he tries but fails to stand, reality crashes back into me.

I clear the distance between us and sink to the ground. He grunts and groans, shoving Sevryn’s hands away as he tries to help him up. If he didn’t look seconds away from passing out, I’d punch him.

Instead, my hands cup his cheeks.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

He pants, attempting to catch his breath, and my unease bleeds through me.

“I’m…fine. Just need to get home.”

He snarls as Kyzen and Riven don’t give him an option but to accept their help. They snatch him to his feet faster than he can bitch about it.

“You,” I growl, shoving my finger in Sevryn’s chest once I stand. “Why did you let him go to the Soul Chamber without me?”

“First off, asshole, there’s no letting Creed do anything. Second, we didn’t go to the Soul Chamber. That would’ve been the better location in my opinion.”

A faux shiver runs through him and he grimaces. Well, I thought it was fake. The chill bumps littering his arms say otherwise.

What the hell happened?

“Did someone do this to him?” Amick asks. “Our father?”

Sevryn rubs the back of his neck. “I mean, technically, yes, but he wasn’t actually here.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” I say.