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356 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 30, 2017


Born of Chaos. It was an odd way to phrase it, but I guess in a way she was right. Unknown father. Absent, mess of a mother. My life had never been calm, it had always been chaos. Emmy had joined that chaos because her perfectly normal life had been pulled apart by death, but she was not born of chaos like me—for her, it was simply a by-product of being close to me.
“Your Chaos is a force to be feared, Soldier. Only you would end up in a bather with a Neutral god completely by accident.”
Based on my past records, I would have thought it obvious that I was the one behind Operation Bare Ass. It was pretty much what I was known for—but nobody came looking for me.
“You … you two need pants,” I finally choked out. My voice sounded a little high and strained.
“We had pants,” Yael drawled. “They disappeared.”
“Maybe we should just let her get naked,” Rome said quietly. “It seems to make her feel better.”
Cyrus was a beat too slow to catch me, since he’d had his head back laughing when I tripped, but he noticed just in time to step into me. Which meant that instead of my head slamming into the hard rocks, it crashed right into his crotch. He let out a bit of a yelping groan, before both of us went down in a heap.
I crossed my arms over my chest, finally realising how little I was wearing. Sure, underwear was actually better than my usual bouts of nudity, but I was still pretty skimpily dressed. Alone. With the Neutral God whose Neutral Dick had been briefly having non-neutral feelings.
“I was scooped up against his chest, my legs dangling from the ground as though I was a child. “Do you ever wear clothes, doll?”
I shrugged. “Siret always makes them so tight that it’s much more comfortable this way.”
“Clever Siret.” I heard him murmur, but before I could say anything else, he did his flashing thing and everything went dark.”
“You’re special. You’re the only person we’ve invited into our group. The only person who has been allowed to get this close. You’re like an outsider who belongs inside, so we brought you further in than we even bring each other, to make up for the fact that you weren’t born one of us.”
“What would you call us?” He directed that question to me. “We’re not your friends, so you have to pick a different word. Maybe … boyfr—”
“Princesses,” I inserted.
“Not where he was heading with that,” Yael inserted blandly. “But go ahead and explain.”
“If I have to run after you five, rescuing you all the time—that makes you the princesses in the story.”
“I’ll get one of the others,” he said, stepping back.
I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off. “I can’t control my Pain around you tonight, but you shouldn’t be alone. Tonight, you need one of my brothers.”
Rome shrugged, before he pointed across to a sol hurrying toward the Sacred Sands arena. “I’m sure enough that I would bet that guy’s life on it.”
I followed the sol for a beat, before turning back to Rome. “So you have no idea, and you aren’t sure at all.”
“What got into her just now?” Rome asked Yael, turning his head to the side to talk to his brother, while his eyes stayed fixed on me. His posture was wary.
“No idea.” Yael’s voice was low, as though I might not hear him if he tricked me into thinking that the conversation was a private one. “It was very sudden. But mortal women are supposed to have mood swings. Did she not eat enough? Should I put some bread in her mouth before it gets worse?”
“I love you, too, Willa-toy. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Life—immortality—none of it meant anything until you tripped in and started setting things on fire.”
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He turned, and I watched him walk off as the rest of the fallen people managed to find their feet and recover their dropped items. Rome didn’t release my hip until Dru was out of sight, and even then, it was only to spin me around to face him.
“You should—”
“Stop talking to boys,” I interrupted. “Yeah. We’ve had this talk before. It’s irrational. I can’t avoid all males.”
“Just the sols.” He frowned. “And the dwellers. And the gods.”
“So just … all males, then?” I arched a brow at him.
He nodded, once, short and sharp—as though we had just figured out our differences and come to a mutual agreement.