“Rrright.” Týr snorted
It sure would be something if the Arc did fall—and hard, too.
LadyGaia, since you messed-up with me, I sure hope you put that mate crap on Michael’s dagger. Hope she gives him a helluva hard time—
But thought of the Arc’s blade made Týr pause. It wasn’t obsidian, but a pewter blade.
Footsteps echoed, and the other warriors strode in seconds later, putting an end to the convo.
“Sonofabitch, you’re back,” Aethan growled.
Dagan’s yellow eyes flared in relief. “I’m damn glad to see you.”
They both slapped Týr on the back, making him grimace at the pain in his protesting muscles.
“Good to see your ass is in one piece,” Nik grunted.
The Celt said nothing.
Týr cocked an eyebrow. “Bored already? Cut short the honeymoon?”
“With your stubborn ass nowhere in sight, there wasn’t much choice.” Those cerulean blue lasers looked Týr over as if checking that he really was in one piece and not held together by paperclips.
Man, didn’t these mofo bastards make him want to bawl? Yeah, right.
“So, what the hell happened?” Aethan demanded. “Nik and I tailed you when you lit outta here, but you disappeared like a damn wraith.”
Týr pushed his hands into his jeans’ pockets, the icy winter air sneaking beneath his sweater. “I went to the alley where Kira vanished. Then things got a little crazy there. An old crone appeared and activated a portal.” He shook his head, still unable to believe his luck. Then recalled her shimmering into a younger female. Of course, it could have been his imagination with that damn swirling portal and his mind in chaos. “No idea who she was. She said to jump if I wanted to rescue Kira.”
A growl rumbled low in Michael’s throat. “Did you stop to think it could have been a damn trap?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. Mattered little. The portal led straight into Stygia.”
That got the Arc’s attention. “The realm of the Sins?”
Týr nodded. The warriors stilled, their gazes drilling holes into him as they waited for him to continue. Because he was a bastard and couldn’t resist, he murmured, “I think I’ll fill you all in later. It’s been a harrowing couple of days. I need sleep—”
“Not one damn foot forward, Norse, or it’ll be the last step you take,” Aethan warned.
Týr grinned.
The Celt narrowed his eyes. “Stop fucking around. What the hell happened?”
Týr shut the French doors behind him, the cold too damn much to take in after the heat of Stygia. He leaned against the door. “The portal spewed me out into some dingytown, and I use that word in the loosest sense. Anyway, after trawling several taverns, I finally overheard some demons talking about a human female they’d sighted in the black fortress. I checked it out. That fucking place was warded to the hilt. Damn hard to break through, but I eventually gained entry. Major burns were my reward.”
Someone snorted. Týr merely grinned. “I found Kira and was ready to haul her out of there when she dropped the bomb…” He rubbed his jaw as his fellow warriors narrowed their eyes, looking ready to hurt him at his delaying tactics. Chuckling, he continued, “Told me her father was a demon—”
The warriors cursed.
“Yeah, my feelings exactly. But she wouldn’t leave. Couldn’t. So, I met up with her sire, except he wasn’t a fucking demon. He’s the Sin of Wrath.”
Aaandcue the silence. Even the flames stood still. Then, the ruckus started.
“You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” Aethan nailed him a shocked stare as if he’d ordained this occurrence or something.
Blaéz smirked. “No shit.”
Nik just snorted. Dagan shook his head, but a smile tugged at his mouth as if to say, “only you.”
