Page 140 of The Gods Veiling
The five of us haven’t opened up to one another fully. Other than Creed telling me he wasn’t comfortable with me knowing his domain yet, not oversharing is a silent agreement we as a Valtrue have made.
I understand the motives of all of us in that regard despite what Seismet said. I’m not mad at or even blame them for it. I struggle to open myself up to people completely. I need time for this, and I know they do too.
Really, what’s getting to me is his words were another warning about things going on in the realm we don’t understand.
What if, whatever that means, blows up in our faces before we do learn how to trust and talk to one another?
Riven
19
You know what annoys me?
The wishy-washiness I feel with Thayla’s presence.
It isn’t a fun sort of chaos anymore.
It didn’t take me long to change my mind about not having anything to do with her. Don’t get me wrong, I still don’t want this mark, this tie, or for her to be all up in my brothers’ and my business, but her reactions to my antics are very enticing.
She almost had me convinced that the two of us were on our way to becoming a power chaos couple.
The way she slapped me when I kissed her, then smiled at me sweetly when I gave her the High Chancellor’s head. So deliciously tempting.
But then the next morning at breakfast, she didn’t give in to my teasing banter. She and Amick ignored me.
Fucking rude.
Then again, confusingly enough, she sidled up all close to me when we went toe-to-toe with Gladdy’s Valtrue. Gods, I want that fight.
I’m itching for that.
She gazed at me like I hung the stars when I stepped up to her side. I was planning on severing the golden-haired god’s hand and gifting it to her. I figured if I gave her another body part—this one real—she’d finally learn the proper etiquette and give me a gift back. Preferably another kiss.
Below my belt.
Then Gladian’s screech had the pathetic excuse of a god letting her go and my whole surprise was ruined.
She was back to teasing me last night when she flipped me her middle finger as she strutted out of Amick’s room like she owned it.
Her back and forth between meeting my chaos to completely dousing it is starting to give me whiplash. I’m growing tired of our game. Sure, it’s only been like…I don’t know…a couple of days, but she needs to pick a form of chaos and stick to it.
Her sass and quick retorts back when I tease her are mouthwatering, yes, but her confusing mood swings are…well, also tantalizing.
Gods damn it, she’s a strange goddess.
A burden. She’s a burden on my mental health.
Her actions just now in the meadows have been the most confusing of them all.
For the first time since I followed Creed to Derivius’s temple, when that god got to his feet and popped off to Kyzen, my chaos swirled in my belly. That’s the first time since her arrival that it came freely without my command, which means it was needed in that situation rather than my harmony half.
Her swift, sexy as fuck punch, followed by her defending us, made that swirling travel down to my dick. I was so mesmerized I completely forgot I was supposed to do something to him myself.
My power dissipating at her quick reaction to the situation made my mind go into a frenzy. Never in my fucking life has my power just simmered itself down without being released.
I thought maybe if I stirred her up, it’d once again stir my power. Instead, all she did was turn that shit around on me.
I had to get the fuck away from her.
