“Pact,” Dron grunted, nudging Silas’s shoulder. The gesture was almost gentle. I guess he was feeling bad about getting stabbed.
Fatigue from the fight and the stress washed over me and I basically collapsed to the floor. I needed to sit. “I still don’t understand,” I said. “Explain everything to me.”
“There is only so much we can tell you without even becoming an even larger target for the Original Gods,” Cronas said. “You have already made yourself known to Rane and Abel. That in itself is bad enough.”
I was starting to lose it Charmaine style when Amor at least gave me a little more information.
All you need to know for now is that we are gods and that we are stuck on than the like for the rest of this year and that vandale we can us which was why we had to get Silas to Elysium. Som
