Page 139 of The Gods Order

“I know that, but I have a better idea. I have a few questions first, then depending on the answers, I may need a favor.”

That gets both their attention. They pivot fully toward me, curiosity written across their foreheads.

“Well, ask,” Meridamus says, flopping his hand at me.

“What happens when a fully powered Domain God gets more power? Can they even get more or is it tapped out once they reach that level on the hierarchy?”

“Oh my,” Yemi mumbles. “I see where this is going.”

I shush her and focus on Val and Meridamus.

“Yes, they can get more, although it isn’t like when a becoming god gets power released. They won’t form new abilities,” Val says, tilting his head at my hum.

“So basically, what they already have is strengthened?”

“Correct. Why—”

“Would that extra power settle calmly or chaotically?” I ask.

His lips pinch as his eyes narrow.

Not angry. Suspicious.

“Calmly. The more power you have, the easier it is to accept more.”

Sounds good to me.

I jump up and offer Yemi my hand. She takes it with a saucy smirk and a teasing twinkle. She’s got my plan figured out and she’s down to go with the flow.

“Great,” I say, clapping my hands. “So we’re going to meet everyone at the Court and the two of you are going to use your divine power to block the power I’m going to release to everyone. I’ll use one of your Bindings so no one else senses they’re being put to use.”

The looks that cross both their faces are truly comical. They’re staring at me like that was the last thing either expected to hear.

“Thayla,” Val says, and I cross my arms. He holds his hands up. “I’m not saying giving yourself and the others more power is bad. It’s not, especially with what you all have coming up, but I want you to understand it won’t change how training goes.”

I’ll be the judge of that once I put my power to use.

“Regardless, and like you said, it’s not a bad thing. So why not make your introduction to the newest members of our little rebellion group one to remember?”

He hangs his head, then glares at Meridamus’s quiet chuckles.

“You set yourself up telling her it wasn’t a bad thing. Now you don’t have an argument to stand on.”

That’s true.

Val glances back at me and his lips twitch at the smug, victorious smile on my face.

“Fine. But I have a request.”

My hands drop to my hips.

“A request or a condition?”

“A request,” he says, dipping his head. “Whatever answer you give won’t change the fact that we’ll come block the power for you.”

My posture shifts and I rock from side to side, observing them.

“Fine. What request?”