Page 72 of The Gods Veiling
My new house…
“No, of course not…Go ahead,” I say, reaching my hand out for my bag.
She says nothing as she passes it over and practically runs to her door. Her palm lands on the wood and a second later, she moves right through it.
“I guess that’s how we’ll enter in there as well?”
“Yep. Just lay your palm to the door and it’ll grant you entrance.”
He doesn’t wait for me. Either he’s just ignoring the jitters that are running through me or he’s trying to give me a moment of peace.
Not sure which, nor do I care. I use the opportunity while I’m alone to take as many deep breaths as I can.
You don’t have a choice, Thayla.
You have nowhere to run yet and it’s not like you’d know where you were going even if you did.
Fuck, I don’t want to face them.
Exhaling harshly, I straighten myself out. I take the little pep talk—if that’s what I can call it—to heart and just force my feet forward.
The wood is warm from the sun beating down on it. There’re natural grooves underneath the smooth prime and just as I run my finger across them, I fall through.
I quickly catch myself and freeze as the room in front of me shocks me still.
So far, everything I’ve seen has been marble, bright whites, and gold.
Not the living room at the end of the entrance hallway.
I don’t get time to appreciate it all when raised voices reach my ears from around the corner. My feet are moving without any command from me, when I repeatedly hear ‘her.’
I’m obviously the her in question.
“Oh, what the hell, Kyzen, you really did bring her back?” the one I now know is Riven asks.
“Are you serious? What did you expect me to do?”
“Um, leave her at the healing villas. Duh?”
Kyzen pinches the bridge of his nose. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m standing right here, asshole.” I drop my bag with a loud thump and cross my arms over my chest.
“I have two eyes, little burden.”
“Stop calling me that,” I grit out at the same time Amick says, “Clearly.”
I don’t know who he’s being literal with, me or the asshole, but regardless, he earns himself a glare that makes his eyebrows bunch together.
“Figure this shit out,” the last one, who I can confidently assume is Creed, stomps past me without even a sideways glance.
“I’ll be in my room, then I’m going to catalog all the changes,” Amick says as he passes me by as well.
What the fuck is happening right now?
This is going about as good as the rest of the day has.
“You heard him,” Riven says as he pats Kyzen on the shoulder, then walks to the complete opposite side of the room to maneuver around me. My nostrils flare. He’s a grade A dickhead.
