Imprisoned Gods - G. Bailey Page 0,70
do you mean by that?" I ask him.
"My father didn't want anyone to be a new god of justice, and he never meant to get my mum pregnant. She died in childbirth, he was horrified he had twins. As a result, we were brought up in foster homes, not told we were gods until the day my father was killed," he explains to me. “As kids, we saw magical things no one else did and never had anyone to explain it to us. It wasn’t easy.”
"Sounds like the higher gods are still lording it up," Storm coldly remarks, and my head shoots to see him leaning against the door, biting into an apple. "Also, I overheard your conversation. There is one part of the prison that gets natural light, and you can see the sunrise. It's full of apple, lemon and orange trees. I will show you it later if you want."
"Thanks," Killian replies, nodding his head once. "I made breakfast if you want some." Seems like someone is making friends. Why does it make me happy? I shouldn’t care; I don’t really know these guys.
"Maybe later, but thanks. I'm stealing little Karma for the morning," Storm replies.
"For the love of gods, stop calling me little," I snap before eating the rest of my toast in annoyance.
"But you are so little," Storm replies with a smirk at my annoyance. “Don’t worry, I think it’s cute.”
"Let's just go before you say anything else that makes me want to throw something at you," I mutter, standing up and taking my plate to the sink. "Thanks, Killian. Maybe we can talk more later?"
"We need to leave," Storm interrupts before Killian can reply to me, and Killian only grins over at Storm before looking down at me.
"Any time, my angel," he replies. Oh, these gods with killer smiles, sharp jawlines and dangerously sexy eyes are definitely going to be trouble.
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"What have you got planned for us then, big guy?" I ask Storm after I close the front door, stepping out into the garden. I run my eyes over the herbs, flowers and various plants that are being grown out here, admiring how healthy they all look. It sure takes some dedication to keep a garden like this alive. Storm looks back at me for a moment, giving me a second to take in his white shirt, black trousers and holder for his axe which is still strapped to his back like he expects trouble at any moment. Storm's black hair is a complicated looking braid, with a long yellow string woven in before it's tied at the bottom, near his lower back.
"Big guy is a nickname I like, little Karma," he tells me. Dammit, I didn’t mean to call him any nickname at all.
"Maybe I should call you little guy then," I retort.
"Nothing about me is little, darling," he teases, and I roll my eyes, swiftly walking past him to the gate which I pull open. He is such a typical guy, and even though I know better, my cheeks still burn a slight red. Thankfully he swiftly changes the subject. "I wanted to show you around, introduce you to some of my people and just have a chat."
"Alright then," I reply, following him across the bridge that I'm getting a little used to. I'm still not a fan of heights, but jumping off that bridge sure did help with my fears a bit. I briefly glance down, seeing all the bridges with people walking across them, and instantly, I feel a little dizzy and shoot my head up, focusing on Storm's hair instead. We get off the bridge and walk across the ledge and down the steps.
"The level below our home is the general housing area. I will show you that another day, but there isn't much to see other than homes in caves,” he tells me as we pass another ledge and carry on down the stairs.
"Are these stairs the only way up?" I ask.
"No, there are five more stairways on the other side, but this is the only one that goes to our level," he explains to me.
"How many people live here?" I ask as we get to another ledge, and Storm steps out into it. He pauses, placing his hand on his chin as he thinks about an answer I presume.
"We did a count about five years ago. It was four hundred and ten, if I remember right," he tells me. "Though many people have children here, people die, and