Chapter 218: What Creator Wants

The room erupted into angry chaos, people yelling at each other, at Piers, at me. I ignored all of them, teeth aching while I fought against my ingrained need to do something. To fix things and be the action hero. Instead, I just let them go.

Maybe I was growing up or losing my mind or had just cracked completely.

Thank you for trusting me. Trill's distant whisper made me sigh and unclench.

You're welcome.

Damn it.

Piers's people cleared the room while he barked orders before spinning on me, my giant, red skinned sister looming on one side, Oliver's not inconsiderable bulk on the other. Like I needed bodyguards. Still, it was nice to have them on my team when my furious friend finally got around to chewing me out.