Page 68 of Gift from the Source
“I don’t believe you’ll ever run out of those, child. Come on now, let’s go create another secret room we can lock the boys out of.”
The three of us walk back through the gardens laughing, although my mind is whirling. I have so many questions about everything V just said. He didn’t help at all rather than just give me more things to obsess over.
We continue walking through the gardens until we reach the central foyer, and I honestly haven’t heard a word either of them has said. It isn’t until a prick of panic vibrates through my chest that I turn to Oakly.
“Are you okay?”
She arches her brow. “Have you listened to anything he said?”
“Umm…”
“Great, we’re really going to get our asses handed to us. You didn’t listen to a lick of instruction he just gave us.” She chuckles as we walk into the central foyer.
“Sorry. Something V said is stuck in my head. Well, a couple of things he said, but one in particular is consuming my thoughts.”
“Well, put it out of your mind before you get us killed,” she teases.
Maybe.
“No one is getting killed today. The two of you will be surprised how simple this is with the three of us doing it together. It doesn’t require nearly as much power usage,” Gaster says as we step into CC’s bedroom. “I assume I need to go over it again?”
His amused smile causes a guilty smirk to cross my face. “Possibly. No more distractions. I’m ready.”
“It may be good for Oakly to hear again since she’s so out of bits about this.”
This time, it’s my turn to laugh. I’m not exactly sure why she’s so nervous and hell-bent on not creating her own pocket dimension. The only thing I can think is it’s not so much about being slung to her ass, but the amount of power it drains creating one.
Granted, I wasn’t bonded at all when I did mine, so I didn’t have an extra boost. She does and her time to avoid this is coming to an end, judging by Gaster’s eyes.
Huffing, she crosses her arms and plops down on the couch, and I gracefully—smugly—take a seat beside her. I know Gaster means business when he pulls out his black infinity journal, licks his finger, then starts flipping pages.
“Now, girls, before I jump into it, do we want a key to open our secret room or draw our openings?”
“A key,” we say simultaneously.
“I should’ve known, but just so you both know, that doesn’t add mystery to the room,” he says, laughing.
“Yes, it does.”
“It most certainly does.”I snicker backto Oakly.
He shakes his head knowingly, then carries on. “Very well. What would you like the key to be?”
“Let’s make it a dick so the guys really won’t want to touch it.” She giggles.
“I can promise you that won’t stop Corentin and his need to know. Draken would say I molded it to match his. Cas would roll his eyes and use his shadows to touch it. Tillman simply wouldn’t care.”
“All valid points.”
“If I have a say, I’d prefer it not be genitalia,” Gaster says, unamused, which we find hilarious.
“Of course you have a say, Gaster,” I say, batting my lashes innocently. “How about an actual door? I think it’d be funny for someone to try to turn the knob, only for it to shock the shit out of them.”
Both laugh at my expense. It’s happened enough times to me that it’s definitely now a running joke.
“It’ll shock them whether the dimension is accepting their signature or warding them away. I like that idea,” Oakly says mischievously.
“A door it is then. I’ll go ahead and make that, then explain what to do from there, girls,” Gaster says, heading over to the corner of the room where the wall is bare.
