Page 239 of The Gods Veiling
“Eventually, the remaining will heal the damaged piece. It’ll take time, but it can be made whole again.”
“Exactly. So in theory, you take a soul, split it four ways and leave the smallest piece in its vessel. The other pieces will constantly work to heal it.”
My eyes widen as I stare at Thayla as what Amick is saying clicks into place for me. Those sensations…
My chest tingles as I soothe that little slice inside of me and she slowly turns her head, following the feeling. Her eyebrows draw down in confusion.
“I don’t understand.”
“Fuck,” Creed growls, gripping his hair and shaking his head. “What Amick is trying to say, what he believes is, as long as your body can be healed, the larger pieces of your soul inside of us will constantly keep your piece alive. That’s always been the exact thing I feared. That our souls were keeping your soul alive, otherwise you’d die, but that’s the fucking point. Fuck.”
Her mouth falls open as confusion still contorts her features. “I…Kyzen.”
“Say you were to take a deadly hit. If we have enough time to heal your body, you’ll survive because our souls together would heal the piece in you. You can’t be killed.”
“What?” she whispers. “I mean, I know I joke sometimes about my mouth getting me killed, but is this a real fear we have? Did Derivius seriously split my soul so I couldn’t be killed?”
Amick’s hand awkwardly slides from her thigh to her knee. She watches the move keenly. “Yeah,Mysenta.I’m afraid it is now.”
We each jerk in the direction of the disgruntled sound that just pierced the living room. I don’t know when Riven opened his door, but he obviously heard what was just said, judging by the feral look on his face.
“No fucking one will—”
A knock at our front door cuts him off. It’s such a foreign noise to us. We don’t allow or ever expect many visitors. When they do come, they always bear bad news. The fact there’s someone here now has us glaring at the entranceway.
Amick scoffs, another noise unfamiliar to our ears. “That’s the High Chancellor’s power I sense.”
Fuck us. That really can’t be good.
Thayla
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If not for the weight of Amick’s hand on my knee, I’d bolt for my room.
What I thought was going to be, honestly, a screaming match, has turned into something so much more.
My heart’s been sitting in my throat since Amick and Kyzen came to my room and checked on me. I knew their declaration of both wanting to be in a relationship with me wasn’t going to be the most surprising announcement made, but it set the scene for my emotions.
Hope has warred with fear since walking out my bedroom door.
They pretty much offered me my nonstop fantasy right there on a gold platter and I wanted to scream yes but couldn’t.
I didn’t and don’t give a fuck about the societal issues we may face in that situation like Amick pointed out.
I’m used to society’s rejection.
I was petrified they’d be furious and want nothing to do with me once they found out the truth right after offering me what I’ve desperately wanted despite my denial.
I’ve constantly shut down my own thoughts about them because I couldn’t work out a real, functioning relationship in my mind. I’d never want to choose between them and cause issues.
My wildest dreams revolve around having more than one of them all to myself. Those are daydreams…fantasies, though. Never did I think that would translate to my reality.
I’m still not processing the possibility or logistics completely. Plus, I have to have a conversation with Riven and Creed.
Guilt and unease bubble in my gut right along with everything else. Another truth, one that’s hard to admit to myself, much less them, is I want the four of them. All for different reasons and all in different ways. I can’t fathom choosing Amick and Kyzen if the other two are going to hate and resent us for that.
Especially not after they just found out what they did.
