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“You make everything way too complicated, Pandora,” Nero said with a quiet snort, then started to spread his wings.
“Wait, you haven’t told me if you want to be lightning or rock!” I protested.
I hastily cast elemental clothing on each of us. Nero looked down at his hard body. I’d made him ‘rock’, which actually looked pretty good on him. The hard stone armor completely covered his torso and limbs, but I’d left his head free. His face was too pretty to cover up.
“You look like a ferocious stone warrior,” I told him.
“And you look like a lightning storm.” He indicated my sparkling bodysuit, woven from pure lightning magic. It sizzled in appreciation when he poked it. “I have to admit, Pandora, there’s a certain beauty to your crazy spells.”
“Yeah, the stone warrior thing is totally working for me.” I looked him up and down, licking my lips.
“Don’t you think you two already had enough fun in my office?” Devlin said.
“Oh, this is your office?” My smile faded. “Oops.”
“Oops is what you say when you bump into a desk, not blow it into a million tiny pieces,” Devlin sighed.
Octavian laughed. “Punch knew you’d tear things up while you were here,” he told me brightly. “Just not in such a…creative way.”
I blushed. Nero didn’t. He just stood there, stoic, unbothered, like we hadn’t just been caught with our pants down. Literally.
“I’ll get you a new desk,” I told Devlin. “A bigger, better desk.”
“To see if it makes a bigger, better boom when you blow that one up too!” Octavian smirked at me.
“Uh, maybe I should just go.” I moved toward the door. “I need to speak to Saphira.”
And check if she’d made any progress in her investigation of the mysterious Solarian.
“Saphira?” Octavian asked. “As in, Saphira on the gods’ council?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Well, maybe you should—and this is just a suggestion—put on some clothes before meeting with a member of the gods’ council?” Octavian winked at me.
“Oh, right. Good idea.”
I changed direction and grabbed my clothes off the floor. I grabbed Nero’s clothes too. I lifted his shirt to my nose, smiling as I drank in his scent.
“Yum.” I tossed Nero his clothes.
The look he gave me in return really made me wish we still had this room to ourselves.
“Right. So do you guys mind stepping outside for a moment so I can make myself presentable?” I asked Devlin and Octavian.
“Just try not to blow up anything else,” Devlin said, then left the room.
“Oh, come on. That’s almost like an invitation,” Octavian laughed, following him into the hallway.
I replaced my magic clothes with actual ones, then headed to Saphira’s official office. Octavian gave me directions. The gods’ castle was freakishly large, with entire sections that I hadn’t explored yet. Like Faris, Saphira had her own private wing. So did every god on the council.
But finding Saphira’s office turned out to be way easier than getting answers out of her.
“You’re stonewalling me,” I told her.
She wouldn’t say who this Solarian fellow was, even though she’d obviously figured it out. She also refused to speculate with me on why Ava was stealing Nectar or whether the Guardians were involved.
“Come on, Saphira,” I pleaded. “I need to figure out how this is all connected. If this is all connected.”
