Page 58 of The Gods Veiling
The five of them stand together like a formidable wall. None of them flinch or anything as they gaze down at the glow suddenly appearing on their wrists.
I don’t know the two new Chosen, but those other three are mean fuckers. Even Mara. Out of the solo women who were Defenders, she was the most cutthroat. It’ll be interesting to see how Gladian treats her now. He never took it easy on her before.
That thought confuses the fuck out of me and I frown. “How was Gladian never paired with Chasin and Mara before? Why are their names coming up with these two?”
“Mara’s pairing makes sense due to the Binder being paired last to the Valtrue. Chasin and Gladian should’ve matched Chasin’s Veiling. Good question, Riven,” Amick says. There’s no hint of sarcasm in his tone.
This just keeps getting better.
I grunt as my power suddenly swells within me. There’s no stopping it as a satisfied moan bubbles up and out of my throat. My eyes swirl as I seek out the source of its heightening.
The only definite place I can pinpoint is the Gods Veil.
Creed’s hand slams down on my shoulder hard enough to stop me from rushing the platform like I wanted to do, anyway. “I felt that. What’s going on?”
“He’s here,” I singsong my little, happy, fucking ecstatic heart out.
I love that ol’ rule breaker.
“What do you mean here?” Kyzen asks.
“He’s here, here. In the Veil. We’re about to see some shit, brothers.”
Come on out, last Chosen.
Let’s see what kind of chaos you’re about to bring to the Godsdawn.
Thayla
8
The fretful noise that was pouring out of my mouth abruptly ends when I land on my feet.
My body sways and my hands fly out to hold on to something for balance. The wood that appears beneath my palms is smooth, dark, polished, and I can’t stop staring at it in astonishment as I catch my breath.
My fingers glide over the shiny surface until they reach the spines of books pushed back into the shelves.
I slam my lids shut and settle my racing heart. The small description the High Chancellor gave us runs through my mind and I exhale repeatedly.
Thankfully, it does ease the confusion.
I’m in my own mental creation.
As my brain accepts that, the disorientation completely lifts from me, and my body becomes mine to control once more. The discombobulating sensation continues to ease as I wiggle my fingers and roll out my shoulders until I’m standing straight.
A healthy dose of anxiety pounds through me, though. No part of me wants to turn around and face what I’ve created. Or a possibly pissed off God who could be visiting me.
To my surprise, I’m met with perfection when I take in the room. So much so, shock wipes out all my fear and anger.
I immediately know what I’ve made.
It’s my dream home.
The same one I’ve created countless times in my sleep or daydreams. It’s way more elaborate than anything I’ve ever and probably will ever live in.
Right in front of me is a huge seating area with a three-sided couch that could easily fit fifteen people. Maybe more if we squeeze in. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve envisioned my parents, Meridamus, myself, Mellcom, Lambrit, Laney, and even Jeremiah before, sitting around, laughing, drinking, eating, and just being together in this space.
The crackling of wood burning fills the silence. The flame doesn’t quite stretch into the chimney and there’s no heat coming from it. It just creates the perfect ambiance.
