Page 194 of The Gods Veiling
“Got to have my permission for that, gorgeous.”
“Be a sweetheart and give that to me.”
“You can have whatever you want.” My face slackens as his eyes trace over my body.
“Could the two of you allow me to leave before you defile anything?”
I flinch, then scowl at Yemi. “We aren’t defiling anything.”
“We could. Then I’d have some happy memories to think about while I get my work done.”
“Kyzen.”
He chuckles as he lays his palm against the cabinet door and the clicking of a locking mechanism unlatches on the other side. I turn from him and open it before he can pick on my flushing face.
Stack upon stack of folders greet me and I slowly slide the one that’s eye level to me down.
Oh wow, he has really nice handwriting.
I trace his words with my fingers as I read. My brows scrunch together more the farther down the page I go. “You had to mediate a disagreement between Valtrue members who filed a complaint that the dining hall was giving one member more food than the others?”
“Does that surprise you?”
“I mean, a little, yeah. The Attendants don’t get the good shit, but this is complaint and mediation worthy?”
He rubs the back of his neck. “In the eyes of some.”
“Huh. They call you for any little thing?”
“It depends on how liked they are and who they complain to.”
I grunt. “Typical god shit. I say you bring some of these home with you daily so we can laugh about them over coffee. That’ll give us some entertainment.”
“Oh, I bet there’re some juicy ones in there. Probably even some the gods who actually complained would be mortified for others to know about.”
“Yemi, you little gossip. I’m here for it.” I shoot her a sinister smirk.
“What can I say? It may be petty, but there’s some satisfaction knowing your bullies turn around and bitch about the smallest of inconveniences.”
I hum my agreement as I put the file back and shut the cabinet door. “Are we even allowed to look at those?”
“Technically, no.” Kyzen shrugs. “Well, ladies, this concludes my tour. I do hope you both had a grand time at the Gods Sanctum and plan a return trip.”
I snicker as we walk past him through his door and start down the hallway. I enjoyed my time with him and Yemi, but I couldn’t care less about this place. He’d be the only reason I’d return, and he doesn’t even want to spend any more time here than he has to.
My visits will probably become more frequent, though, when I start going back on rotation with all of them. As much as I’ve needed the time I’ve spent with Amick in the Athenaeum, I don’t plan on being stuck there forever.
“Do you think Havar’s made it to the dining hall yet?”
“Probably. I told him we’d be here for about two hours. We’ve been here for about that long, right?”
“Two hours and eight minutes, actually.”
“That’s oddly specific.”
He winks at me and taps his temple. “Internal sunsetter.”
“So you just always know the time or how much time has passed?”
