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“I will.” He started to leave but turned back. “Aboutyourgod-given mate.”
I cocked my head.
Coming back to stand beside me, he lowered his voice. “She wants to leave, doesn’t she?”
Not if I had anything to say in it. “Not yet.”
“You should send her back. I still . . .” He growled.
“You still believe we shouldn’t respect the gifts from the gods?”
“They don’t belong here. None of them.” With a snarl, he left to seek out the other males.
Grumbling, I walked over to stand in front of Vanessa.
“Is everything alright?” she asked.
“Everything will work out as it should.” I shot a glare at Krute’s spine.
She rubbed her fingertips along the intricately carved armrest. “This is a gorgeous piece of work.”
“I made it,” I croaked, proud that she admired it so much.
“You did? It’s beautiful. You’re quite talented.”
“Thank you. Are you ready to bathe now?”
Her gaze narrowed on my face. “Yes.” Hesitancy came through in her voice, but I wouldn’t do anything with my mate she wouldn’t enjoy.
I held out my hand. “Walk with me, and I’ll select the perfect pool. Warm but not too hot.”
And completely isolated from the rest. For a female who let me lick between her legs while she was braced against the wall inside the central meeting building housing my gods, my mate was surprisingly shy about revealing her body to others.
“Do we need to get clothing?” she asked, pinching the tunic she wore. “This one needs a good wash.” She squinted around as we walked up the hill to the cave entrance. “You said there’s no laundromat? I assume I’ll need to take my turn at the local river with a rough rock.”
“What’s a lawndamatt?”
She explained.
I still didn’t understand. “The gods wash our clothing, though wash is an odd way to put it.”
“I’m trying to picture crystal gods kneeling on a riverbank, scrubbing tunics in the water with soap made from . . . lye.” She frowned. “I think that was how they made soap long ago on Earth.”
“I’ve told you our gods only reside within the crystal structures.”
“Can they move? Like, uproot a structure and take a stroll through the valley?”
“Our gods are as immovable as the trees. They dwell within the spires that long ago sent roots deep below the ground. When a disease swept across this world, many of us died and most of the crystal gods went dormant. Only a few care enough to interact with us now.”
“Like the ones on the island.”
“Those and one here within my clan. Only a few gods remained for each clan while the rest . . . I assume they’re gone forever. It’s been a very long time.” I grunted. “As for washing, the gods absorb our soiled clothing and return it or something similar to it while we bathe.”
“Absorb like the plates?”
“Yes. I mentioned their roots sink deeply. They network everywhere below the ground.”
“I didn’t see any in the mountain caverns.”
