Page 150 of The Gods Veiling
“You’re not coming with me.”
“And why not?”
“Because I said so.”
“Then I’m about to show my ass.”
“To anyone in particular or is the show a free for all?”
We ignore Riven as neither of us is willing to break our eye contact. He speaks first, though. “Why does this have to be a fight?”
“It doesn’t, at all. All I want is a better reason than because I said so. Does it not bother you to just be brushed off? Try having that happen when you know you’re being kept in the dark already, all while trying to figure out your new life, home, and routine.”
My tone comes off bored, but my chest flares. I catch the slightest, and I mean a minuscule flinch in his eye. I don’t know if it’s because of my words or because he felt that pull in my chest as well.
If I wasn’t scared of that shit hurting so bad again, I’d snatch on that little tether to see if he’d react.
I’d have at least one answer then.
“There are areas within and outside of Godsden you can’t go or know about yet. I can’t tell you more than that until a certain time period has passed. I have to go to one of those places today. So you can’t go.”
“You can’t tell me or won’t?”
He balls his fists on the table. “Won’t. It won’t do you any good right now to know everything that goes on. I’m sure that isn’t what you want to hear, but it’s the best I’ve got. There’re things the four of us know that I wish like fuck we didn’t. Accept the semblance of peace I’m trying to give you.”
He tilts his mug back and downs every last drop before pushing away from the table. My eyes follow him as he stomps to the sink, puts his dishes in there, then grips the edge.
“I’ve got to go to the Gods Court first. You and Kyzen can come with me, and I’ll give you a tour.”
“Why does Kyzen need to be there?”
“Because he does.”
I grit my teeth and look at one of the others to say something. Chime in about how stupid this is and just tell me. They don’t. Not even Riven, who usually makes it abundantly clear he loves when tension is in the air.
“Fine.” My growled one-word response is met with an equally enthusiastic grunt.
I forego breakfast and ignore Kyzen’s attempts to settle my annoyance. Creed’s secrecy bothers me the most out of everyone for the simple fact I know he knows more about my situation than he’s said. Too many times, he’s made it obvious and then has avoided anything I try to ask. While simultaneously peppering me with questions to sate his own desire to know things about me.
That screams I’m hiding very important things.
Their past and the secrets that time period holds, I can get behind them not telling me yet. Secrets that include me and what’s going on with my damn soul, no. I want those answers. I deserve them.
I wordlessly excuse myself from the table and head to my room to get ready. I’m not wearing that ridiculous armor for my tour, but I’ll dress in something that’ll be easy to maneuver in if something were to happen while we’re there.
My sour mood spoils the blissful shower. It probably would’ve worked wonders for me to soak in my personal hot spring, but I figured the faster I get ready, the faster we get going.
Also, still not being able to control the lights, the bathroom gets the least amount of natural light. I have to pull my curtains all the way back, leave the bathroom door open, and use the torch lamp to get enough light to see my reflection just to get ready.
I can’t lazily bask in the water in the dark. I just scare myself with the thoughts of someone coming in here and drowning me in the water. Or falling asleep and drowning myself.
Kyzen and Creed are waiting for me as I stomp my happy ass back into the kitchen. “Where are the other two?”
“Already took off. Riven said he had something to check on, and Amick needed to go on to the Athenaeum for whatever it is he needs to read today.”
I follow them toward the door and we pass through one after the other, but a few steps into the yard, I stop walking. “I need to let Yemi know the plan.”
They stride over there with me but wait quite a few feet away from her front door. That both impresses and aggravates me.
