Page 203 of The Gods Veiling
I grip the corner of my desk to stop the spinning. The double parchment in my hand slowly becomes one again and I fold it neatly. At home, in my room, all the objects and artifacts on my bookshelves have shown me something along the way.
This will be added to the collection.
The High Chancellor has always been a puppet, but in this matter, I can’t tell if a god is putting him up to this truly or is this his own scheme?
I plan to find out.
Thayla
27
I can’t convince myself my canopy top is really the clouds.
Nor can I convince my mind what happened in Amick’s office an hour ago didn’t really happen.
I’m mortified, pissed off, confused, and unfortunately, really fucking sexually frustrated as it was so expressively put.
No one could’ve warned me it’d be Amick that’d put me on the spot like that. Riven, all day. He shamelessly called me out hours ago and then literally laughed about it. Kyzen makes plenty of sexy comments that get me all hot and bothered. Although Creed doesn’t say anything, I’m not blind.
But Amick?
Don’t get me wrong, he’s said multiple things before that’ve made my jaw drop and he’s one of the finest specimens of gods I’ve ever seen, but his compliments in his mind are facts. There’s no flirting, no hidden sexual innuendos, none of that. If he says my skin is soft, that’s exactly what he means. There’s no having to decipher what he says.
He’s got my head all kinds of fucked up right now.
That man meant he’d give me an orgasm right then and there. In his office. With his brothers right outside the door.
I swear to the Valories, my body begged me to scream yes.
In more ways than one.
He was so confident, even if it was in his own smart-ass way.
This entire day, every way I turn, the subject of sex continues to get brought up and every time, my mind travels to one of the four men I live with. It’s an infuriating cycle that’s left me with a concoction of emotions.
I feel like a teenager all over again with her first crush.
Only this time, it’s quadrupled.
Jeez, that memory is just as dreadful and makes my stomach sink more.
My first crush wasn’t Jeremiah, but that’s where he inserted himself into my life romantically. Mind you, I didn’t care to date, and boys were the last thing I was worried about. I had always told myself, my parents would be back, so there’s no reason to get my heart broken when we left.
At seventeen, I drew up the courage to ask out a guy named Baxton. He was Mellcom’s age, so only two years older, and in his friend group. He was always nice, friendly, and included me when Mellcom let me come along with them to do whatever they were doing.
All I did was ask him awkwardly, in front of all their friends, if he wanted to hang out, just the two of us. He laughed. Loudly. Belly gripping. Then patted me on my head and said not a chance.
Jeremiah knocked his ass out right there where he stood, then told me he’d be waiting for whenever I realized I was meant to be with him.
Meridamus said absolutely not.
When he left, Mellcom said if Jeremiah was really who I wanted to be with, it was okay with him. I still held out for a couple more years because I felt like I was taking him from Mellcom, and I didn’t want to do that.
I gave in at twenty-one. The rest is history.
A heartbreaking history.
I slam my eyes shut to get those thoughts out of my head. They’re immediately replaced with the same ones I was having before that awful reminder came to me.
