The inability of my eyes to stay focused in one place for an extended period of time added to that visage, I was sure.
The perks of having a god in your head.
“I’m aware of that, Kaos,” I replied coldly.
Kaos scoffed with a roll of his obsidian orbs.
“I’m not sure you’re aware fully of what she plans to do.”
“Are you?” I countered and saw that I struck a nerve.
Ah, so dear sisterhasn’tbeen including Kaos in her plans.
That worked better in my favor.
Deities were much easier to eliminate individually. If they were a united front, it would be nearly unfathomable to eradicate them both.
Not impossible, but would definitely come with a lot more bloodshed and maneuvering. I just had to ensure that it stayed that way.
I kept my face carefully blank—I didn’t need Kaos knowing how gleeful I was over that particular piece of information.
Kaos froze for a moment, his large body going eerily still, before he rose from his chair in an abrupt yet fluid motion.
“I must go. The next time I return, I expect your lackey to be Bonded. And I expect the location of at least one of those artifacts. Preferably mine,” he ordered before disappearing from the room, seeming to fade into nothing as shadows dark as night enveloped his form. They dissipated a short time after, revealing an empty space and used whiskey glass.
I sighed, pushing up from my chair, and grabbed his tumbler. There was still a thin layer of Hestin whiskey at the bottom, and I tossed it back.
Can’t waste good alcohol.
Tossing the glass between my palms, I strode to the hidden bookshelf in my study. I depressed a book, a small Mage Orb suddenly appearing from the depths of a fake shelf. I quickly touched it, and the bookshelf opened with apop. Sliding the faux shelf to the side, I revealed my most important possession—theBook of Memories and Futuresthat I stole from the Last Matriarch.
The need for it, the desperate desire to secure both mine and Elyria’s future compelled me to accept advice and commit acts that were less than savory.
But they had to be done.
Otherwise, we’d be under the heel of the gods for the rest of eternity.
I set the empty tumbler down gently on one of the shelves of the faux bookshelf before carefully pulling theBook of Memories and Futuresfrom its stand and leafing through the pages.
Just as the first time I held it, nothing appeared. No words. No runes. No prophecies.
Nothing.
I sighed before placing it back on its shelf. I was no closer to obtaining the information I needed than I was sixteen years ago. But the goal remained the same.
Protect Elyria by any means necessary—including the death of the gods.
Even when it meant my own demise.
I sighed before resealing the bookshelf and running a hand over my face. I was out of answers and running out of time.
A visit to Jarius was in order.
“The General remains unBonded?”Jarius rasped softly as he swilled the water in his glass, his eyes unfocused and unseeing.
“Yes,” I grumbled, already annoyed with this strain of conversation. I’d received enough condescension from Kaos about this exact topic and had little use for it from a Keeper living in captivity.
“And the girl hasn’t discovered anything of use?”
