Page 62 of Distinctly Daray
“Thanks to the mates I gave him, he is doing great,” Fate boasted with a toss of her red waves off her shoulder. “Soon he’ll have his first dragon flight and will cement his bond fully with his dragon.”
“He still has not bound his soul to Keegan and Victor,” Eternity pointed out.
“It will happen. Give the man time,” Fate insisted. “We all know it’s inevitable. They love each other.”
“Those words have not been uttered,” Life stated. “I checked.”
“Well, look in their damn hearts. It’s right there to see. They’ll tell each other,” Fate retorted.
“Or their relationship could fall apart and Phillip’s dragon will rip his human body apart,” Mayhem suggested mischievously.
Fate narrowed her blue gaze. “Even if that happened—which it won’t—he’s a sentinel. His bone and flesh will mend. He cannot die.”
“I love the uniforms Larissa designed for the Cinder Lords,” Courage said. “The damask sash in black and gray is handsome.”
“You forgot about the sparkly piping and fringe on that sash to honor Victor,” Fate said. “She thought of everything, including giving Keegan a black jacket and boots so no one forgets he’s a fallen knight.”
“She also put the head of Phillip’s dragon on the sleeve as she did with Samson’s uniform,” Eternity added. “That woman is so talented.”
“What did her mate Madeline do for the rings of rank?” Justice asked.
“Modeled them after the Skeleton Seven,” Death revealed. “The face of them has a skull—in this case, Phillip’s dragon—and on the left side is the coat of arms for the Order of the Fallen Knights for Keegan. On the right, she put a tiara for Victor. He may not work for the Sentinel Brotherhood, but Keegan and Phillip will take a piece of their mate with them wherever they go. And his will sparkle on his own finger too.”
“Our D’Vaires never miss a beat,” Fate said. “I can’t wait for the matebond ceremony at the D’Vaire mansion; it will be so beautiful.”
“If it happens,” Mayhem teased.
Fate glared, and Mayhem nearly opened her mouth to say something else outrageous when movement from her pocket mirror got her full attention. To her shock, Chaos appeared. Mayhem hadn’t seen her in many centuries. Her appearance had changed little, which was no surprise. Few goddesses altered themselves.
Chaos had twisted her essence so Mayhem could not find her. This was why she’d started the stakeout on her home—to hopefully find out if Chaos would appear so Mayhem could question her about whether she was part of Folly’s team. Using her magic to switch her focus from the house to her twin, Mayhem forgot the rest of the world existed as her sister rushed into the bedroom she hadn’t used in forever.
Mayhem had combed through the room numerous times to search for any clues as to where to locate Chaos, so she knew that her sister had left little behind in the space. Chaos dug through drawers and shifted things around, but judging by herfrown, she couldn’t find what she sought. It was impossible to add any volume without alerting her sisters to what she was up to, so whatever Chaos was muttering to herself was a mystery.
Mayhem wondered how obvious it would be to shimmer away as the graduation ceremony on the screen finally started. She sat up straight when Chaos teleported to Earth. What was her sister up to? Goddesses rarely traveled to the realms where their creations lived. Mayhem’s heart sank. Had Folly truly corrupted Chaos? What could Mayhem do if she had?
“Mayhem, what is wrong?” Eternity asked, shaking her shoulder slightly.
Glancing up into Eternity’s silver eyes, Mayhem swallowed heavily as she debated her limited choices.
Death rose and stalked close to Mayhem. Her sister’s black stare was intimidating. “What are you hiding?” Death asked without preamble.
Since Mayhem didn’t know what Chaos was up to and she was determined to find out, she tossed the small mirror at Death. “I found Chaos,” Mayhem confided, then shimmered out of Death’s castle to the alley where Chaos was standing.
Chaos turned and swore. “What are you doing here?”
“Is that…?” Mayhem licked her suddenly dry lips as she lifted a hand to point at the ground. “Is that a body?”
“Chaos!” Justice shouted. She grabbed Mayhem’s twin by the arm. “What have you done?”
“That’s a stupid question,” Chaos shouted, her pale blue eyes narrowed as she fought against Justice’s hold. Courage wrapped her fingers around Chaos’s other bicep and held her in place.
“The soul has already lifted,” Death stated. “We cannot save him.”
“Nor would you want to, given the chance,” Chaos protested. “Use your damn powers, Death. Tell them who it is.”
Death pursed her lips as she studied Chaos. “He is a human.”
“His name, Death. Give them his name.”
