Page 91 of The Gods Order

“You three come the fuck on,” Riven bellows back to us.

My heart jumps into my throat as he and Kyzen are practically dragging Creed to the wall to get out of here.

Amick, Sevryn, and I race forward, catching up with them in a few seconds. I round them and slam my palm against the stone wall, giving it my permission to allow us through. The way Creed is attempting to force his eyes to flutter open has my soul going ballistic in my chest.

“Go,” I order as Amick waits at my side. “I’ll be right behind you.”

He nods, but his displeasure about leaving me standing here by myself is clear. I don’t waste a second slipping through right after him, though.

“V, I need you to come to the entrance of Hell and get us, please. I don’t think Creed’s going to be able to starshoot himself home.”

A frantic hoot echoes through my mind, and I shake away the noise as we barrel our way through the exit. His flash of white light greets us immediately.

“Oh my,” he says.

“Oh my what?” I ask.

“He’s drained himself. I’ve never felt him so…”

“Don’t you fucking say the word,” Creed grunts.

Weak. V was going to say weak. He doesn’t have to say it. I feel it.

My soul is screaming about it. His is responding with the smallest flutters.

“V, get us home,” I beg.

His power wraps around us and in a millisecond, we’re released in our living room. Kyzen and Riven settle Creed onto the couch while Amick rushes to the kitchen. I pace and think.

He recharges his power by…death. But not death he’s caused.

Fuck. It isn’t like we can just go searching for that.

“Should someone go get Jay?” I ask.

“No,” Creed barks, then coughs. “Fuck no. No one outside of us is going to see me like this.”

“Fuck that,” I shout. “We’re going to do whatever is necessary.”

“Rest, little goddess,” Kyzen whispers as he grips my hand. I want to snatch away, but I don’t. “He’s just going to have to rest.”

My teeth grind together as my gaze flicks between him and where Creed’s slumped across the couch.

I fucking hate this. My soul hates this. I’ve never felt so helpless.

“Sevryn, explain,” Amick demands after he passes Creed a glass of water, to which my grumpy-ass man waves him away.

“I’ll explain as soon as I fucking can. Everyone stay off Sevryn’s shit. He doesn’t know half of what happened.”

The scowl on Sevryn’s face says that’s the truth and he’s not happy about it at all.

“Okay, big guy, open up.”

“Riven, get whatever that is away from me.”

“No, no, now. Trust me. Between this little concoction and my power, we’ll have you right as death in no time.”

My eyes narrow on the glowing vial in Riven’s hand. It looks suspiciously like one of the ones Willow gave me, yet it’s a different color.