He’s the balance, the sole force that keeps the Circle strong and tied together. He’ll always stand on the neutral side and try to bring others to an agreement. He’ll put his needs after the needs of his brothers and his people.
So far, human Victor hadn’t been that unselfish.
Ceris’s page was next.
The goddess of love and family will do anything for her family.
No argument there.
She’s the strength behind Levi’s balance. Without her, his equilibrium will tip over and The Everlasting Circle will crumble.
A pang shot through my heart. I pushed the feeling aside, because who was I to feel jealousy if there was nothing there to be jealous about? I knew she had created my feelings for him so I could do whatever I had to do to help them.
Even so, it was hard to shut my emotions down. Despite what I wanted, I still thought of him, of the kiss we shared, of the feelings behind that kiss, and sometimes I wondered if those feelings could truly be false.
Pushing that aside, I flipped to Omi’s page.
Besides being bloodthirsty for war, Omi is a great strategist, and he finds himself useful when planning the balance of the world with Levi. He oversees any war going on in the world, keeping an eye on the wounded and lost, along sending help their way. He also tries to judge which side is right and wrong, if any, and help them win the war, so not many lives will be lost in it.
Whoa. No, this couldn’t be.
Omi seemed cruel and bloodthirsty like the passage said. And just that. Bloodthirsty. Nothing else.
He had killed my family, and I refused to accept any other image of him.
Irritated, I continued my perusal. Next was Imha’s chapter.
She may be the goddess of chaos, but even she can get tired of eternal chaos. In the past, whenever she threw the world into chaos, she confessed regretting it.
What?
Imha had thrown the world in chaos before? And she regretted it?
Why did nobody tell me that?
The next paragraph, though, made me sick.
Though Imha doesn’t have a true mate, as Ceris and Levi are, there are recordings in history of short relationships with Omi and with Mitrus. Although fleeting, events indicate these relationships are recurrent.
What?
Holy shit. To imagine her with Micah … I felt like throwing up.
Seriously? This book couldn’t be half-right. It had been written by humans who hadn’t had any contact with the gods. Of course, it wasn’t right.
Then I flipped the page and found the chapter on Mitrus.
The god of death, the dead, and the underworld cares about his people as if they were family. Sometimes it may seem as if he cares more about the dead than the living, but that’s a misguided perception.
I shuddered. Good thing he was still in a human body and without his full powers, otherwise I would have to worry about upsetting him and him killing me in his head. Not that that would be a bad thing. I wasn’t afraid of dying anymore, and until yesterday, I had wished Micah would kill me. I just didn’t want to die yet—not without knowing I could do something, anything. There had to be a solution for my pain, for my suffering, in one of these books.
Then the next paragraph changed it all:
He has the power to overrule death and bring anyone back to life.
He could? I mean probably not now, but once Micah became a full god again, he could bring anyone back to life. That got the wheels in my head turning. I could use this, but I needed more …
Taking deep breaths, I flung the book down and picked up another book titled The Everlast Energy. Nothing I wanted in there. Hours passed. I flipped through at least thirteen books, and I found nothing.
“What are you doing here?” Morgan asked, entering the door. He carried six thick books in his arms.
“Sorry. Just trying to learn more about the creed, that’s all.”
He smiled. “That’s good.” He set the books on a bed. “If you have any doubts about what you read or, any general questions, you know where to find me. I like talking about it.”
I opened my mouth to ask him about what I was looking for because, if there was anything like it, he would know about it for sure, but I decided against it. He would suspect my intentions and give me an earful about it. No, thank you.
“Thanks,” I said.
“All right.” He turned to the door. “I need to go to another meeting with Lord Levi, but I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Okay.”
Smiling, he left the room, and I tensed. I hoped I found whatever I was looking for before he came back because I honestly didn’t want any of my questions answered by him.
I glanced over the books he had brought in. One of them was titled Magic in the Everlast. Oh, this could be it.
I grabbed the book and flipped through it with intent.
There were all kinds of spells in the book, from how to ward a house against demons, to speculations on how to make a Black Thorn, and how to become a lesser deity—which brought to mind Brock and the Crimson Dagger. Then I found it.
The Soul Oath.
Once more it was all speculation, but that was better than nothing. I read the entire chapter three times to make sure I didn’t miss anything. It wasn’t complicated; it just warned there was no way of undoing it.
For a moment, I wondered if I really should do it. Then I remembered the Fates had given me my soul back because I would need it.
I knew this was why.
I searched for him throughout the bunker, which wasn’t the size I would imagine a bunker to be. It was huge. Really huge, and surprisingly warm. I had no idea how, but there was electricity and heat here.
I was about to give up on my search when I found him in a conference room, one much smaller than the one turned into the gym, but still a conference room.
Micah sat in a chair, leaned back, his feet on the oval table and crossed at the ankle. His eyes were fixed on the plain white wall, his mind clearly somewhere else. He looked focused and stern, unlike his usual nonchalant and sure self—a side of him I only saw on rare occasions.
I leaned in the doorway and tried to fight the urge to stare at him. I could only try, because really, who wouldn’t want to stare at him?
The dark jeans hugged his legs, especially in the position he was in. The black shirt didn’t hide his muscles around his chest and shoulders. His black hair was longer than before, framing his chiseled face. Too handsome for his own good.
“Like what you see?”
And too cocky for his own good too.
I straightened. “I need to talk to you.”
He put his feet down and pulled the chair in, resting his elbows on the table. “Hmm, you need to talk to me? That’s new. What can I do for you?” Before I could speak, he continued, “I know. Cuddle some more. Darling, I’m all up for that.”
I shook my head, and the idea of marching out of the room without talking to him crossed my mind. However, I needed to talk to him. I wouldn’t be able to go one more day without resolving this issue and putting my mind to rest.
“Speaking of cuddling, I found out you have a history with Imha.”
He shot me one of his award-winning smiles. “Are you jealous, darling?”