Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 112416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Tyche lifted a hand in the air and made a face. “Sacrifices have to be made for the greater good.” He became serious. “Do you mind if I take some time to think about it?”
“Sure.” Shey pushed up and climbed off the bed. He stood by the side, his hands resting on his hips as he stared at Tyche. “I’m going next door to talk with Haru and Adrian some more. Try to make some plans. I think they were going to look at train times. See how early we could start for Bellcairn tomorrow. Get some rest.”
Shey bit his tongue to keep from rambling and turned to leave the room, but he barely got past the bed when another thought stopped him.
“You know, if you decide to go to Brightspire, you can always come visit me in Sirelis later,” he offered. His cheeks heated as the words left his mouth. What the fuck was he thinking? Inviting the God of Luck to visit him in Caspagir. Like he didn’t have anything better to do. Fuck, Tyche probably never wanted to see him again after what they’d both gone through.
Shey hurried to the door, trying to put that embarrassing moment behind him. He wasn’t making sense any longer. His time in the facility had scrambled his brain. It wasn’t just Tyche with his request that they share a room. He was reaching for the man, and it was…confusing.
As he wrapped his hand around the door handle, the sounds of bones softly clacking together drifted through the room. He knew that sound. He released the door and whipped about to see Tyche sitting up in the bed, his hands lightly clasped together and his eyes closed. After a couple more shakes, he tossed the six bones onto the rumpled comforter. Tyche bent forward and narrowed his eyes at the bones. Shey’s feet unconsciously carried him a few steps closer.
“What do they say?” he asked.
“The odds are fairly good.”
“For what?”
Tyche turned his head to Shey and smirked. “Whether you would meet me at the gates of the royal palace if I came to visit you in Sirelis.”
CHAPTER 28
Adrian Westergren
“Thank you.”
The king’s voice was filled with such gratitude and relief that Adrian blushed. He half covered his face with his hand and didn’t dare look up at Haru, who was sitting across from him. They’d placed the phone on the coffee table between them as Adrian made the call to Stormbreak.
When they’d reached the outskirts of Milway, he’d sent a two-word text to Caelan: Got him. That was enough for the king to at least notify Queen Noemi that they’d located and recovered Prince Shey. People could take a deep breath and relax. Adrian hadn’t wanted to say more until he’d been able talk to Shey in private to make sure the prince was truly okay and maybe get a better assessment of the situation.
Shey had gone to the other hotel room they’d reserved to chat with Tyche for a while, giving Adrian a chance to report to Cael.
“He’s okay. Battered, bruised, and could probably use a little therapy, but he’s good,” Adrian replied.
“Couldn’t we all,” Drayce joked, followed by a soft shushing noise from Caelan.
“Is Shey around?”
“He stepped next door to speak with Tyche,” Haru explained. “It seems he made a friend while he was incarcerated. Another god.”
“What?” Drayce squawked, while Adrian shot Haru a dark look. He had been trying to work his way up to that bit of information, hoping to stay focused on Shey for a bit longer.
Adrian sighed and pointed at Haru to keep his mouth shut. Naturally, the dragon just grinned slyly, so there was no telling what he’d say next.
“The facility our new contact took us to had held Shey along with at least two minor gods. Shey and Tyche, who is the God of Luck, escaped.” Adrian ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it from his face. “We caught up to them, saved their lives from some overzealous guards, and have brought them to Milway.”
“You said two gods,” Caelan reminded him.
“Yesuntei, Goddess of Nightmares. She died in the facility.”
A long, tense silence followed. Adrian glanced up at Haru, lifting one eyebrow in question, but Haru shrugged his shoulders.
“Cael? Babe? What’s wrong?” Drayce said over the open line, worry threading his tone, causing it to waver.
“Adrian, who else is in the room? Can anyone else hear this call?” Caelan demanded sharply.
All the hair stood up on Adrian’s arms, and a cold sweat broke out across his skin. He snatched up the phone and lifted it closer to his mouth, preparing to take it off speaker. “Just me and Haru. Vitor is still in Bellcairn. Shey and Tyche are across the hall in another hotel room. I can take you off speaker—”
“No. Haru, you were there at the facility? You saw the goddess’s body?”