Page 143 of The Gods Veiling
Fuck yes. It’s go time.
I’m incredibly disappointed it’s him that’s getting my power going, but I’ll take what I can get.
“What a gift from the gods. Mellcom, go find Jeremiah and Chasin, then get to the center of the Court,” Gladian says, then turns back to us. “Are we waiting on the rest of your Valtrue?”
“No, they’re attending to their duties. It’ll just be the two of us.”
“Unfortunate. This would be a good thing for your Binder to observe.”
Creed takes a step closer to him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“No maliciousness, simply the truth. She needs to know what punishment in the Godsdawn looks like. You can’t hide the ugly from her. She lost that privilege when she was paired with the four of you. She hasn’t gained any for that reason either, though.”
I’ll be gods damned.
I don’t like what he’s insinuating at fucking all.
He and the High Chancellor’s ass have made comments about her not getting any leeway because she’s our Binder. Yet they expect her to carry herself and attend to all our roles as though she’s on the exact level as us.
So yes, the fuck she does get privileges.
I arch a brow and cut my eye to Creed to see which one of us will be setting that record straight. He takes the lead.
“She most certainly has. The privileges, as you call them, that we have, so does she. That’s the last time I’ll address that, and I’d advise you to heed that warning, Gladian. Pass it on to whomever you believe needs to hear it as well.”
I tap my fingers against my lips as a little snicker slips free. Fuck, I love it when Creed goes all top god. He has so much more control than I do and is way better at showing Gladian respect because of his standing.
If it were up to me, we’d just squash him like the pest he is and then Creed could just take over commanding the little Defenders.
He doesn’t want that role, though, so it is what it is.
“I’ll keep it in mind,” Gladdy snarls as he stomps past us out of his chamber.
“You know your laughing makes the situation seem less serious,” Creed grumbles as he starts making his way back to the Court as well.
“I can’t help it. These situations just tickle my bones.”
My laughing has him turning those beautiful gray eyes on me as he steps closer. I’m tempted to boop his nose as well, but reading his mood, he may bite my finger off.
“Don’t make what’s about to happen out there any worse. I feel your shit swirling all around me. Knock it off.”
“Sure thing.”
“I’m serious, Riven.”
“Your serious concern is noted.”
He growls as he turns away from me and stomps down the corridor. He can’t stand it when I use Amick’s favorite word choice. My stuffy brother only says that when someone says something he doesn’t care to acknowledge or agree with.
By the time we reach the Court, all the Defender gods who were training when we walked in have gathered in a crowd behind where Gladian’s Valtrue will soon move to stand. The five of them are currently smack in the center, surrounding the post that’s placed there for his punishments.
He’s showing his handy-dandy whip off to his Valtrue like it’s his prized possession.
What a strange object to be obsessed with.
“Are you going to the middle?” I ask Creed.
“No. That wouldn’t be wise after what just happened. May as well let him get his sense of superiority back.”
