Page 339 of The Gods Order

The five of us are still getting the hang of speaking in each other’s minds.

That was an ability of the Beginning Gods that I overlooked, but am now throwing my all into mastering.

I sign the decree, Ellian, High Chancellor of the Godsdawn, then roll the four parchments up and stamp them with a gold wax seal in the shape of wings.

Ready for Havar and Roslind—his companion Veilatara—to deliver.

Havar cried for four hours when Roslind charged at him and bowed. It was a touch too much if you ask me, but Thayla’s glare told me to keep my mouth shut about it.

I was blown away by the number of Veilatara who found companions after she freed the rest of the herd.

Verlet explained to me that the Veilatara who are instinctively more of providers than protectors thrive better with bonds. Because of those companionships, the species as a whole does better.

I can finally understand that.

We felt our connection solidify to him in the Binding when it fixed our souls. I didn’t truly experience the full gravity of it, though, until I laid my hands against him. His strength, love, devotion, and utter companionship pounded away at my heart.

All the fear I had about riding on his back fled me.

We’ve flown through the skies numerous times together now.

Anywhos, next task.

I stare at the paper that has Iric’s and Prath’s notes on Calista’s and Rellannaver’s progress with their counseling with them. They, of course, don’t tell me what’s discussed, just how the two of them are adapting.

Needless to say, not good.

Pity.

Next order of business.

A huff escapes me at the knock at my door, but I silence it just as fast as it slipped when I feel the tug against my soul. Before I can rise from my seat, Thayla storms in and slams the door behind her.

“I’m going to kill him.”

I tilt my head.

“There’s a lot of hims that could be in question, but I’m going to go out on a limb and guess Riven.”

“Yes. Riven,” she says, tossing her hands up before she rubs at her forehead.

“What has he done now? Also, why was he even around you? You were supposed to be at the Court, and he was supposed to be with the Plentifuls checking carriages.”

“I was in the damn Court. He came fucking giggling his way in, threw a freaky-deaky vial in the air, then walked out.”

My brows furrow.

“A freaky-deaky vial? I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

“Oh my gods. It’s one of Vullie’s concoctions that makes everyone horny.”

Oh.

I see where that could be an issue then.

My mouth parts, but I close it just as quickly as I observe her. Her cheeks are flushed, and her breathing is labored, causing her chest to expand more than normal.

“Are you sexually frustrated, Thayla?”