Chapter 123: The Hand Of Creator

I reconnected with the piece of Creator, hugging it tighter to me, the weight of the stone a fraction of what it should have been for the size of the piece. The voice of the item chattered on inside my head, distracting but easy enough to block out when the girls took turns keeping it occupied.

Thank the elements for my alter egos.

You're welcome, my demon sent, smug but irritated at the same time.

The veil opened for me, delivering me directly to the basement of my house. I really should have contacted Max first, returned the hand. Despite the chattering, the warmth of it, the living soul of the piece left me wanting to embrace it and never let it go. Being this close to Creator-even a small part of her-had to be addictive. And though I knew I'd have to give it up eventually, I had enough excuses to keep it for a little while yet.