Page 106 of Lost and Stolen Gods
It was too early for an interrogation. “Bleurgh.”
“Did you bang Araz?” Blue was insistent.
“No. It was a strange night.”
“I heard. It’s all over Prashikshan domain. Those furry bastards.” He paced, dark eyes glittering with rage. “If I was just a little bit bigger.” He made a fist and slammed it into his free hand.
He looked so damn cute, I wanted to squish him. “You do know they’re dead, right? Araz killed them.”
My mind was filled with the glorious image of my drohi gone fire mode, standing over the bastard Bash.
My drohi…
“The two that attacked you are dead,” Blue said, “but the others aren’t. There was a plan, you know. TheAuthority are looking into it. Interrogating the pack.” He did the fist thing again, and this time I caved and scooped him up for a face hug.
“Damn it, woman, you’re crunkling my whiskers,” he mumbled against my cheek. But his tone was good-natured. He loved it really.
Wait—had he said they were interrogating the whole pack?
“They’re not interrogating Ravi and Prem, are they?” I set Blue back on the bed. “Those two had nothing to do with any of it.”
“I heard. Did you know he’s from a royal bloodline? Given up as an offering to the gods.”
“I found out last night.” I threw off the covers and swung my legs out. “I need to shower.” I stood gingerly, then stopped and looked down at my feet. Feet that felt sturdy, attached to legs that felt strong.
“How you feelin’, chickadee?” Blue asked. “Better?”
“Yeah…yeah I am.”
“The moon bathing worked then. I made sure to stay out till dawn, even got on my front and bathed the old butthole, you know, for thoroughness.”
“Ew, Blue. TMI.”
He chuckled, his little belly jiggling. “You should have seen Drake’s face. The darn ferret was disgusted, and I was like, what you all disgusted for, you’re a ferret. Anyway, tall, handsome, and silver is making breakfast.”
“And Araz?”
“Abs for days is not in the building.”
My heart sank, and I reminded myself that last night had been a one-off. I wasn’t going to ruin it by chasing Araz for more, and maybe if Ididn’tchase him for more, he’d offer it.
No.
Bad Leela.
I headed for the shower. “Are we training today?”
“Baby steps, chick.”
“I can manage.” I did a little hop to illustrate.
“Yeah, yeah. You’ll watch and nothing more.”
“Fine.” I shut the washroom door. “See you downstairs in twenty.”
We usually hadabout an hour between the morning meal and having to leave for training, for digestion purposes, Pashim had explained, and it was getting late by the time I made it to the second floor.
I bumped into Remi coming out of the kitchen. “Fucking hell, Leela,” she said. “I knew I should have gone with you last night.”
