Imprisoned Gods - G. Bailey Page 0,73

me. They can’t all be attracted to me…right? Maybe she just got it wrong or something.

"Dating gods is against the law," I remind her.

"Yeah, but what is the worst that they are going to do? They have already locked you up, and to me, it looks like all the gods in here are getting it on. Coxen told me both his parents were gods," she explains.

"And he seems pretty normal. Doesn't the law say that children born of two gods turn into monsters?" I say, remembering my mum telling me and my brothers the laws when we started officially working. We have a book in our house that tells us everything. Mum was lucky that she loved my dad, and even though he is human, it doesn’t bother him what we are. He told me once it makes life interesting.

"It does, but I am starting to believe everything the higher gods have told us is a load of horseshit," she replies.

"I'm starting to believe the same thing," I mutter, pulling on the hoodie that a random lady gave me in the market because she said it was my colour. Dark green. The lady was right. All day, people have stopped us, talked in such admiration about Storm, and been nothing but friendly. None of the people here are monsters...well, except maybe that creature in the lake below. I really need to ask Storm what the hell that was.

"Maybe we are safer in here," Jade muses. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I want to get out and see my friend because it's so important to me...but outside is where we are controlled. Where we are told who we can and can't love. We are governed by the higher gods who rule with an iron fist, and in here, well I don't know about you, but Storm is one hell of a better leader."

"I need to protect my family and see them again. Staying here isn't an option for me, Jade," I sadly reply to her. "But honestly? You're right. I like the idea of this place, living with no rules."

"I bet you do with all those hunks looking at your butt," she says, and we both laugh as I pull my shoes on.

"I'm going to let you bathe in peace," I tell her, walking to the door.

"Have a good night," she replies as I leave the room, shutting the door and walking into the living room. This room is just as spectacular as the rest of the house. The cream couch is L-shaped and has a lovely wooden coffee table in the middle which faces the fireplace. The fireplace itself is handmade from stone, and there is a fire roaring inside it.

Above the fireplace is a painting of five people sat around a table with large chairs behind them that stretch up to the ceiling. I walk closer, looking up at the people in old-fashioned white clothes, who I don't know...except for one. Storm sits on the far right in his seat, his head is held high. His hands are holding his axe on the table, and the detail of the painting is so perfect. I pull my gaze to the other four people, two women who look like night and day. The woman sat next to Storm has black hair piled high in a bun; her face is cold and expressionless. The other woman has white hair, except it falls down her shoulders in curls, and she seems nicer from the smile she wears. The other two men in the painting give me shivers. They both have red hair, a deep dark red, and matching red glowing eyes. The women have strange white and black eyes. Actually, they all look creepy.

"Storm has a strange group of friends, doesn't he?" Seth says from close by, though I never heard him even come into the room. I look back as Seth sits down on the sofa, and I watch carefully for his mood as I choose to sit on the other sofa. I know I should give up and leave Seth be, because he clearly doesn’t like me, but for some reason I just want to find out the reason why. What I actually did to make him hate me.

"Why do you dislike me so much?" I ask him. "Our date was a disaster, yes, but you actually got to walk away in the end, and I had to find a healer!"

"It's not about the fucking date, Karma," he huffs. "And