Page 68 of The Gods Veiling
Thayla Godrun.
Equalized in all Designations.
Worthy of an Attendant. Yemi Andino.
Domain. Untold.
Completed Valtrue.
Riven, Creed, Amick, Kyzen.
The Deliverance shall be honored.
I blow out a breath and reread the parchment multiple times over.
That’s it? Seriously? All the drama, the anticipation, just for it to be written out point blank like these decisions—that now change my entire life—are nothing more than marks on a checklist.
The High Chancellor seemed beyond pissed when he first read my Designation, and the Untold about my domain explains why he came in so hot, asking questions.
There’s more to all of this.
“Here. What a waste of parchment,” I mutter as I roll it up and pass it back to Kyzen. “It doesn’t even have your last name on there.”
“You don’t want to keep it?” he asks, a little baffled, and I scoff.
“No, not at all. So what now? You told them to leave for what exactly? So you could deliver the bad news? Get to know me? I’m sure the High Chancellor filled you all in on the day I’ve had, judging by the shouting that was taking place outside the door when I woke up.”
He stares at me while he hits the parchment against his palm repeatedly. I can’t tell what he’s contemplating.
Finally, he shrugs and puts my Deliverance back in his pocket. “Yes and no. I don’t enjoy confrontation. I’d prefer to deescalate a situation before it gets to that point. So yes, when bad news needs to be delivered, I’m usually the one who has to do it.”
“Great, so the news has been delivered and I’m still in the dark, so where do we gofrom here?”
Between this entire awful day, the two parchments, and his way too calm and chipper approach to all of this, my body is beginning to heat in pissed off confusion. I want answers, but I also just want to find myself a bedroom to lock away in until the end of time.
“Patience, little goddess. You’re not going to learn the Godsdawn in a day.”
“So I’ve been told and as cute as your pet names for me are, you can call me Thayla.”
“So you think I’m cute?”
My face flames. The white rings around his pupils shine brighter now than they were when I first spotted them and the longer I stare, that strange tugging in my chest returns. Only this time, I notice it’s stretching toward him.
What is—
That’s my damn soul, isn’t it?
You’ve got to be kidding me.
That glaring reminder that they’re more than my Valtrue, they have a fucking piece of me inside of them, smashes through that tinge of bashfulness and sets me all the way off. I try my hardest to pinpoint the spot connecting us, then snatch it toward me.
I gasp so hard, I almost get sick. The pain from my knees slamming into the floor mingles with the agony tearing through me. My fingers curl against the smooth surface, looking for something to clench.
My breath shoves its way out of my mouth as a gut-wrenching scream. It’s ear-splintering.
The sound tapers off as shaky groans fall from my lips while I try to breathe and not cry through the lingering pain.
“What happened?” Yemi’s voice trembles as she kneels in front of me. Her hands rise and lower repeatedly like she wants to help me but isn’t sure.
