Page 112 of Lost and Stolen Gods
“Good. So…is everything sorted out now? With your pack?”
He snorted softly. “The Authority has ejected the alpha and those involved. New rakshasa will be arriving in a few days.”
“And a new alpha?”
He gave a self-deprecating smile. “You’re looking at him.”
“Oh…wow. Congratulations. I mean, it is good news, right?”
He gave me a lopsided smile. “I suppose it is. But the cost…what could have happened…”
“But itdidn’thappen did it, Prince Ravi?”
He winced. “Yes, about that…”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would it have mattered?”
“No, but why hide it?”
“Because it means nothing. It isn’t my identity, and I refuse to claim it. They threw me away, and now that the royal bloodline on the ground is dying out, they want to claim me once more?” He shook his head. “No.”
“I’d like to learn more about you and your people when I get back.”
His expression grew serious. “Be vigilant down there. Stay close to your drohi.”
“I will.”
The others passed us, heading down the hill, and a moment later, Blue scampered up my body and perched on my shoulder.
“We got to go, chickadee,” he said. “Time to suit up.”
We made our way down the hill as the sky turned red.
In a few hours, I’d be back on the ground.
Chapter 38
ONE SIZE FITS ALL
My black armor suit pinched under the arms and at the crotch. Was it meant to be this tight?
“Stop fidgeting,” Araz said. “You look like you have fleas.”
I did a wiggle walk down the bridge toward the meeting spot, in the hopes of dislodging a wedgie. “I think they got my measurements wrong.”
“No, they did not. The suits are one size.”
I looked up at him, encased in his armor suit and nifty holster, sword hilt peeking up from over his shoulder along with the hilt of my mace, which he’d insisted on carrying for me. “You’re telling me thatyou’rewearingthis?” I pointed at my suit.
“Yes. It will adjust to your body in time.”
But my brain was still refusing to compute. “Youmanaged to getthisonto your epic frame?”
“Epic?” The corner of his mouth lifted.
I rolled my eyes. “Seriously?”
