Page 38 of Left Hand of the Divine
His hand gripped me harder, digging his long fingers into my palm and wrist.
The coldness seeped across my shoulders and up my neck. Something stirred at the back of my mind. A memory I’d long forgotten.
Silken sheets.
Tangled limbs.
Heat.
Shadows.
A caress, a bite, a nip, hot breath.
Mouths touching, heat rising, skin burning until—
A gasp rushed out my mouth as my core tightened unexpectedly and pleasure exploded through my body.
Heat burnt in Erebus’ dark red eyes, making them sparkle like rubies in the sun.
“Nyx,” he whispered, the name a prayer. A goddamnplea.
But as soon as he said her name, the coldness faded, leaving me with a flush that spread across my cheeks.
I’d just orgasmed.
In a room full of people.
Because of amemory. One that wasn’t even mine.
“What the hell just happened?” Rayne growled, standing from his seat and getting ready to strike. His pupils had darkened and overtaken the blue of his eyes.
“She’s in there somewhere,” Erebus said, his voice a low whisper that felt like a rasp over my sensitive skin. “She remembers.”
“Roux?” Atticus asked.
I pulled my hand away from Erebus, shaken to my core over what just happened. Was it Nyx? Or was it him playing with my mind?
“I remember nothing,” I said with a snarl as I pulled away from Erebus. Pain flashed through his eyes, but I looked away from him. I had to. Fear had me worrying that the Primordial might just be right, and I wasn’t ready to face, or accept, that truth.
“I’m fine.” I wasn’t, but we had bigger problems, and I’d have to wait to have a little chat with Erebus.
“If you say so,” Atticus added as he sat back in his chair and glanced at Hades. “If we aren’t sure the God Killer was ever made before, how can we be certain it’s possible now?”
“We can’t be,” Hades said as he stood from his chair. Wordlessly, he walked over to me, scooped me up and then sat back down with me on his lap. There were a few raised eyebrows, but nobody said anything.
Hades hummed softly as I settled my weight onto him, wriggling around until I was comfortable. His warmth chased away the coldness left behind by Erebus’ touch until I felt like I was wrapped up in a blanket of embers.
Thane slammed his fist down on the table. “It can’t be possible!”
“Why?” Rafe asked, confusion tugging at his dark brows.
Thane’s blue eyes were dark and turbulent, like storms over the ocean. “Because if there is such a thing as a God Killer, it throwsinto question my purpose and significance, and if I don’t exist, then what happens to the world?”
Chapter Thirteen
Thane
They all stared back at me like I’d grown another head. “Think about it. If there’s someone out there with the power to kill a God, what purpose will I have? What use will I be? Hell, what if they decide to kill me? What then?”
