Page 101 of The Gods Order

I decide to bang on it and see if that’ll get her attention.

“What the fuck don’t you get about leave me—”

Her fierce glare morphs into confusion as soon as she throws the door open. I’m honestly surprised the doors and walls have survived the two of them.

“Wow, you look really different,” I say, running my gaze over her. “This is the first time I’ve ever seen you without armor on.”

“What…Thayla, what are you doing here?”

“Came to rescue you.”

“Rescue? I’m fine.”

“Don’t really seem fine,” I say as I march past her and invite myself into her room. It is not at all what I expected. “Where do you keep your swimsuits?”

“Swimsuits?” she repeats, then slams her door shut. “What in the hell is going on?”

“I’m here to give you a break from Gladian for a while. You obviously need it since you were bellowing through the door before answering,” I say, then cross her room to her closet and start rummaging through shit.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m fine,” she argues, but it’s unconvincing.

“You are. You can come willingly or I’ll kidnap you. Makes no difference to me,” I huff and shut the top drawer of her single dresser. “Do you seriously not have swimsuits?”

“No, Thayla, and I’m not swimming any damn way.”

“Really? Not even one?”

She sneers at me, but I cut my eyes to her clothes hanging up.

“Do you like this dress?”

“What? No. I’ve never even worn it.”

Works for me.

I snatch the outfit off the hanger, then rip it in two. Her outraged gasp has a chuckle falling from my mouth. Before she has the chance to bitch me out, I call my power of Creation forward. I’ve never made clothing before, but I figure if I can reshape a temple, I can work with some cloth.

She has one of the most perfectly sculpted bodies I’ve ever seen in my life, but I highly doubt she’ll be receptive to a skimpy two-piece. My hands heat and the unfamiliar goldish yellow coloring that now comes with this power blazes across my fingers. In my mind, I picture a slim-fitting one-piece that will mold to her.

Her mouth parts, but no words come out as her stare jerks repeatedly from my face to the swimsuit I’m trying to pass her.

“You can change here or in the woods. Your choice,” I say.

“What the fuck was that?” she whispers and I hang my head.

“I’m literally trying to get you out of this house so I can explain. My men, Yemi’s, and Lambrit are in there with Gladian and they’re going to have a little chat with him as well. Can you please just get your shit together so we can leave?”

She finally takes the swimsuit from me, but instead of stripping down, she stomps back over to her door. She pulls it open enough to stick her head out, then she slams it back just as fast.

“They really are out there.”

“Well, I wasn’t lying.”

“Obviously,” she says, then drops the swimsuit.

I’m prepared to cuss her out, but then she promptly slings her shirt over her head. V squawks loudly in my ear and his damn claws prick my shoulder as he rushes to turn around. I smirk at her as she slides her arms through the straps and situates the rest of her suit.

“Ready?” I ask.