Page 191 of The Gods Order

Steel. Screams. Power.

“Thayla!”

Kyzen’s voice.

Gods…I love that voice so fucking much.

My head snaps up and shock holds me still for a breath. The room has become a battlefield once again.

More Dark Gods have flooded the chamber while I was gone.

Kyzen’s fighting off a number of them while holding my gaze. Creed’s eyes blaze whiter than any star in the night sky. Riven’s laughter borders on hysterical. Amick is bleeding.

No. Absolutely fucking not.

Power explodes from my chest before I even think. The nearest line of Dark Gods doesn’t scream. They don’t have time.

One moment, they’re charging.

The next…

Ash.

Silence follows for barely a heartbeat as I scan over everyone.

“Run!” I scream.

No one hesitates.

Kyzen reaches me first, grabbing my forearm as the others surge toward the doorway. Hope sparks in my heart and my soul stretches toward the four of them.

One step. Two. Three.

A deep, amused chuckle rolls through the chamber and every hair on my body stands on end.

“No,” I whisper.

That laughter rumbles even louder as black ropes wrap around my waist and hoist me off my feet. A scream tears from my lungs as the guys latch on to me. Their grips do nothing.

“Not so fast, Thayla girl. You have something—quite a few somethings actually—that belongs to me.”

Riven

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Her scream claws straight through my skull.

The ropes bound around her waist drag her backward as though she weighs nothing at all. Creed loses his grip first. Then Kyzen. Then Amick.

I don’t. I refuse.

He’ll have to sever my hand from hers.

My boots gouge trenches through the stone as I hang onto her for dear fucking life.

Daddy Dearest will not take my angel and pluck her wings.

“Riven,” she whimpers, latching her other hand around my wrist. “Hum louder for me.”