Page 232 of The Gods Veiling
“Go, Thayla.”
The low, honestly scary warning has me climbing my way out of the water, not looking back at him as I start scampering through the woods.
Confusing-ass little psycho.
I’m going to crack him open like a nut.
Kyzen
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A groggy-ass groan comes from me as I sit myself up on the couch.
My whole body cracks as I stretch myself out, then grip my head between my hands. The light coming in through the windows is far too bright and at any moment I’m going to puke if everything doesn’t stop spinning.
Shuffling beside me draws my attention and I peek my eyes open. Amick’s lids twitch before they fly open and he clutches his chest. His hand swiftly moves from there to his head as well.
“Creed drugged us. Again. I’m going to kill him,” I croak.
“I’m aware. Where’s Thayla?”
That question has me releasing my hair and turning far too fucking fast to look behind the couch.
Fuck.
My power shoots out of me and slows everything around me while I catch my breath. The saliva pooling in my mouth is going to make me lose whatever I ate yesterday all over Amick, then he’s really going to snap.
“Yes, I drugged you both, but I have what will make it better here.”
The dead god himself emerges from the kitchen with a mug in each hand. My glare at him deepens when I watch one corner of his lip curl.
“Don’t make whatever that fucking face is at me. Why the hell did you do that? You know my power reacts badly to forced sleep.”
“You both needed some rest, and you weren’t going to do it on your own, so I did it for you.”
I sneer at him as he hands me the mug and gulp down the lukewarm drink. The effects are nearly instantaneous. Maybe a second passes as my power spreads throughout my body and I sigh.
“Where’s Thayla?” Amick asks again and this time, I can focus.
Creed’s face almost softens and my muscles tighten in confusion. He never looks at anyone like that. Maybe a child, but never one of us or any other god.
“Is she okay?” I ask.
“She’s fine. She’s in her room. She didn’t want to wake either of you, but she’d like to speak to you both.”
His words barely leave his lips as the two of us jump from our seats. We cross the kitchen and get down her hall in a matter of seconds.
“Thayla,” Amick calls. His fist lands against her door, and to my shock, he steps through.
I better have permission too.
Instead of knocking, I press my palm to the wood and smile like the smug little shit I can be when her room accepts me in.
I crash into Amick, who for some reason, decided not to move a step forward when he came through.
“What are you—”
“You need to flip over. You’re not supposed to lie on your back.” He cuts me off to say.
