Page 101 of The Gods Veiling
“No.” I snort. “Me trying to tell my brothers what to do would be like telling trees to walk. Just situations like this, they know when it’s best to let me organize it. Just the same if I need to know something, I’d go straight to Amick. It’s not that you don’t have a say now. I just figured you don’t have any idea of what’s going on. Once you’ve been in a few rotations with all of us, just tell us where you want to be.”
She sighs and wraps both hands around her mug. “I hate not knowing what’s going on. I’m confused about what exactly I’m even supposed to do with all of you besides follow you around. There are too many questions brewing in my mind. I don’t even know what to ask first. I should be thinking about things far more important than the disappearing clothes in my closet.”
I chuckle. I bet that was a shocker. “These homes have more than enough power running through them, making them sentient. Aside from them being designed with our essence mingled in, the Goddess of Illusion recruited and used multiple gods in the Plentiful Designation and their powers to design them. They’re made with the gods’ comfort at the forefront of the innovation.
“If you put your dirty clothes on the bathroom or closet floor, the power knows it needs to be cleaned. If we were to leave our dishes in the sink overnight, it’d wash those as well, but we never do. We keep our spaces clean on our own, mostly. You and Amick will be in the Athenaeum today. I’m not sure what’s onhis schedule, but I have no doubt you’ll learn some shit. He’s the best person to ask any question, especially something like this.”
She gapes at me, then shakes her head. “I don’t know how to process that or the fact I don’t have to wash my own clothes or anyone else’s anymore. I’m looking forward to learning some shit.”
You say that now…there’re some things that’ll scare the shit out of you here in Godsden.
I don’t dare speak my thoughts out loud to her. There’s a time and place she’ll be learning the secrets kept in this region. The Chancellors like to make the Chosen wait until they’re too smitten with this place to care about the truths they learn.
We all know when we can share those revelations with the new gods. Her finding out will come sooner than the others because she’s in our Valtrue, but I’m in no rush for her to know.
It’s going to be a test of how well or how bad this new relationship is going to go.
If it goes bad, I don’t have the first clue what we’re going to do. This is fucking…forever we’re talking about here.
Gods, there are so many pieces to this we still have to figure out.
“Morning,” a gruff voice says behind us.
Thayla curses under her breath as her coffee sloshes everywhere and I sigh. We weren’t even being loud, but obviously someone couldn’t sleep.
“It’s a little early for you to be up, Creed,” I say, turning in my chair to watch him grab a mug and his cream.
“I have an itch in my chest that won’t fucking stop.” He grunts as he takes a seat and grabs the kettle.
“You should probably visit the healing villas for that,” Thayla says.
He pins her with a dark gaze. “The healing villas aren’t going to fix this issue.”
His glare doesn’t deter her. She meets him with one of her own. I lean back and sip my coffee in silence, waiting to see how this goes down.
“What’s your domain?”
I choke on the fiery liquid. I sure as shit didn’t see that being what came out of her mouth. Fuck, she either has zero self-preservation, or she’s truly unfazed by the energy that pours off us.
“I’m not comfortable with you knowing that yet,” he says with far more restraint than I’ve ever heard him use when anyone has dared bring this topic up.
Her narrow eyes never waver, but there’s no anger in her look. It’s calculating again. “Fair enough. Baby steps. We’ve got to build up some trust.”
Huh. Didn’t expect that either. She’s just full of surprises.
I’m surprised Riven doesn’t love this.
Creed doesn’t respond as he tips his coffee back and they seem to let whatever that was go.
“I was going to bring this up yesterday but decided against it since it was a semi-decent lunch, aside from the psycho.”
I can’t hold in my laugh, and she shoots me a pleased smirk.
“It’s important for me to address this before our day starts, though.”
“Well, go on and say what you got to say now that you’ve made the mood so serious.”
She arches a brow, then looks between Creed and me like she can’t believe I’m blaming her for the shift in energy.
