Page 162 of The Gods Veiling
“Nothing would make me happier.”
I tilt my head to the side and stare at Amick. “I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not.”
“I’m not using any sarcasm. At this moment, and with our situation, nothing would make me happier than having you alone in my office so I can teach you everything you need to know.”
My mind one hundred percent knows what he’s talking about. My body, on the other hand, doesn’t. Heat rushes through my stomach and straight to my core. If I didn’t think Riven or Kyzen would call me out, I’d press my thighs together to relieve some of the building pressure.
“Kyzen, if you don’t have anything going on, your power would benefit Thayla greatly.”
“You mean it would benefit you.”
“Thayla, me, it doesn’t matter. She’s my Binder, so we’re one and the same.”
Fuck, that shouldn’t sound so…sexy coming from his very literal mouth.
Creed
22
The days are long. The weeks are long.
This has been the longest fucking month of my life.
Every day, I get five steps further from separating Thayla’s soul from ours. I’m hanging on by a thread keeping it from interweaving with my own.
If this were a normal situation, I’d just snatch the soul from the vessel. That causes damage, though. Both to the soul and to the god, or whatever being is facing that unfortunate downfall.
In our fucked-up, now almost to the point of irrevocable situation, her soul is firmly weaving with my brothers’ despite the distance she’s listened to me and kept from them. Emotional distance anyway.
Hopefully…
Physical distance, not so much.
Not in the sexual sense, but none of us can help the fact she lives with us and they’re around her nonstop during the day.
This has put me in the predicament that I’ll have to gently unravel each thread that’s formed between them. It’s nearly impossible to do that without them sensing me doing something.
I’m caught in the middle of how to move forward from here. If I damage either soul now in jeopardy, I run the risk of fucking them all up more than we all already are.
The divide between our two beings is still as far apart as it’s been from the start, but it’s an internal battle I’m having to conquer daily. My soul wants to do more than welcome hers in. I won’t allow it.
I have to leave room for her other pieces to join it when the time comes.
That’s the only solidified plan I see so far.
When I figure out how I can remove her slivers inconspicuously from my brothers without damaging their souls, I’m going to put all the pieces inside of me. Once I can weave hers back together and heal it completely, then I’ll put them back inside of her.
I can’t do that if it grows attached to mine. Or worse…
It’ll be nearly whole by that point and there’d be no way for me to separate us. If I give my soul even an inch of hers, it’ll suck the rest in and never let it go.
She’ll be trapped to me forever.
I thought this whole time it’d be Kyzen’s I’d need to worry the most about. He’s flirty, inviting, and consistently the friendliest toward her. It was easy to assume that his soul would open the most and accept hers in.
Never would I have fucking guessed it’d be Amick’s.
A month ago now, she stood in the kitchen and announced she’d be spending her days with him in the Athenaeum learning. My thoughts were, that’s great and works out best for us. I figured she was silently telling me she was going to be doing her own investigation into the condition of her soul.
