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“What are you doing, so’lis?” Kolis asked quietly.
“I’m not…” I trailed off, realizing I’d leaned forward, preparing to stand. Stomach twisting, I watched the painted wing smooth out as she relaxed in his arms. I forced myself to sit back. “Are the servants Chosen?”
“They are.”
So I’d been right when I suspected that when I’d been here with Ash. Aware of Callum and Elias standing close, I asked, “Are they also a part of the refreshments?”
“Sometimes,” Kolis answered idly.
The fire of anger flushed my skin as I watched the god’s hand slip from her hip to delve between her thighs.
I glanced away, finding that Attes had moved to speak to Keella, who I assumed had left. They stood toward the back of the space, their heads bowed and close together. Their conversation appeared…tense. I saw that Kyn was at one of the chairs situated near the pillars, a drink in hand.
Glaring at me.
I ignored him, my attention returning to the alcove and the servant still held in the god’s grip. My jaw started to ache.
“I can see that displeases you.” Kolis sighed. “They are Chosen, so’lis.”
Yes, what I saw displeased me.
Him continuously calling me his soul also displeased me.
“They are to serve me and my gods. Sometimes, that is by serving them drinks. Other times, it is by them…being the drink.” He laughed, clearly enjoying what he believed was a clever joke.
Dear gods. I didn’t know if I would be able to quell my temper and remain a blank canvas until Ash was freed. Because I saw red.
Which meant I wasn’t exactly blank.
“Is that what she chose?” I asked once I knew my voice wouldn’t betray my nearly all-consuming desire to commit bloody, violent murder.
The brief humor vanished from his tone. “Nearly all their choices were made for them from birth.”
My head snapped to the side as I looked up at him.
“I see I hit a nerve,” he observed dryly, glancing toward the servant. “She seems to be enjoying herself.”
The woman strained against the hand between her legs, her eyes closed, and her lips parted. “That means nothing when a bite can bring unwanted pleasure.”
His gaze slid back to mine. The golden flecks had stilled. “I feel as if this has more to do with us than them.”
My back stiffened. “It doesn’t.”
“Lies,” he murmured, sipping from his chalice.
“Okay. Maybe it does a little,” I said. “But that is irrelevant. She was simply walking past him, and he grabbed her. Then bit her. She may have no choice in how she serves the gods, but they could be less cruel, could they not?”
“We all could be less cruel,” he said, the gold beginning to churn in his eyes. “Outside one another and the Priests, the Chosen are forbidden to be touched and spoken to while in the mortal realm.”
“I know.”
“Here, they may be spoken to and touched.” He dipped his chin, a faint grin appearing. “Even fucked.”
I really wished he’d stop saying that fucking word.
“You see a victim,” he said, and my lips pressed together. “I see someone who is starved for what has been forbidden to them their entire life.”
I looked back at the god and servant as her soft cries of climax burned my ears. None of the others paid them any attention. Mainly because several of the gods, including Kyn, now had company.
