“I guess it’s a good thing we have one,” I said, glancing at Reaver. He’d gone quiet, just sat there with his chin nearly touching his chest. “And that we have you and Nyktos.”
“But you don’t have us,” she said.
My gaze snapped back to her. “I’m going to need you to repeat that because I’m sure I didn’t hear that right.”
Seraphena grimaced. “You heard me right. We are Primals of a Court. There is only so much we can do—only so muchanyof us can do.”
I opened my mouth, but Poppy spoke first. “That’s why Rhahar sacrificed himself.”
“I knew that,” Kieran said, and Poppy narrowed her eyes at him. “But there is also the Blood Treaty that says only gods born in the mortal realm will have full power.” He looked back atSeraphena. “I don’t know why you or Nyktos cannot fight, but it doesn’t mean you don’t have any power.”
“Because if they fight in the mortal realm, they will end up destroying most of it,” Poppy murmured, her eyes widening. “That’s why Saion was…struggling to get the leviathan under control. He wasn’t able to use his full power.”
“Correct,” Seraphena confirmed.
Poppy looked at Kieran, her eyes glittering with anadorableamount of smugness. He struggled to remain impassive and not smile in the face of it.
“Was Kolis born in the mortal realm?” I asked.
“He was,” she answered. Of course, he was. “Those not born in the mortal realm aren’t without power. And luckily, I happen to know a Primal without ties to a Court who isn’t a baby Primal like you all.”
“Baby?” Kieran muttered. “Who’s a baby?”
Reaver snickered. I’d thought the fucker had fallen asleep. “She means the three of you. But especially you.”
“Okay, Reaver-butt,” Kieran snapped.
The draken picked up the knife and started flipping it.
“Sorry.” Seraphena’s smile grew as she glanced at me, and fuck if that expression didn’t unnerve me. “It was just something a friend called newly Ascended Primals.”
“You’re talking about Attes,” I surmised.
She nodded.
Poppy tipped her head. “There’s something I don’t understand. Lirian—”
“Lirian?” Kieran interrupted.
“Another…Fate,” she answered.
Seraphena chuckled at Poppy’s tone. “We call him Lir-ass, and I can tell you know why.”
“Gods, do I ever,” Poppy muttered. My eyes narrowed, and I made a mental note to ask her about that later. “He made itsound like theDeminyenare the only Primals without a Court, but clearly that’s not the case. Attes is one. So was Rhahar.”
“They are not the same. Attes ruled a Court but went into stasis,” Seraphena explained. “Another rose to take his place.” She paused. “Temporarily. But he has not shown any interest in retaking his crown.”
There was a slight pull to Poppy’s brows. “That’s why he’s not considered aDeminyen,” she said quietly.
“And Rhahar was technically still only a god, even though he was given Primal authority,” she said as if that explained everything.
“When will Attes return?” I asked, glancing at Seraphena.
“He’ll be here soon.”
“I know who he is to me,” I said.
A funny look crossed her features, a mixture of amusement and a little concern. “You do?”
