Chapter 164

I could hardly believe it had all really happened. I told them about the ghosts controlling me, that it was me - and wasn't me - who cut the fuel lines. When I came to the part in my tale about reading the markings in the Saelises' book room, I stopped and gazed down at Mase's hand wrapped tightly in mine. Everyone here - all but Crispin and the captain's wife and daughter - held still and silent, waiting for me to continue. They didn't have any reason to doubt me at this point. The book I'd taken was still at the police station, not that it would've proved anything since I could barely read it, but still. Things were about to get weirder. I was about to get weirder. To the people I loved, anyway.

I took a breath and looked to Pop and Ellison seated on my other side. "My goddess, Feozva, is real. Saelises worship her."

Ellison blinked. "You made her up."

"I did."

"Wait..." Mase thumbed my knuckles. "You have a goddess that you made up?"