“Stop,” he snarled. “You were furious when I told you I wanted her.”
“Narfi—”
“No! To show her you were all-powerful and me lower than shit, you used your ability on me when we fought,” he spat at him.
Damn, Týr pinched the bridge of his nose. It was Narfi’s insecurities and quick temper that had caused the fateful fight that day. Not thathewas innocent since he’d welcomed it.
“It was an accident,” Týr repeated wearily. “I was angry, but over something else—”
“Don’t care.” Narfi pressed a hand to his injured side. A sly smile lit his paler than usual features. “Did you really believe that when Fenrir grabbed your hand, he was trying to save you from being pulled through the portal into Tartarus? It was all part of myhefndplan. Fenrir’s so gullible. But he is my sibling and blood…”
Týr stared blankly as Narfi ranted on about Týr turning Fenrir against him—and Hel, too. The male’s bitterness had festered into madness.
“Of course, that dumb animal couldn’t forgive you for your betrayal. He didn’t even realize that bitch—our aunt—didn’t care about us. In his anger, Fen bit off your hand. I have to say, that made up for some of what you did to me. But I needed more—” A chilling malevolent glee crossed Narfi’s cold features.
Anger roiled through Týr, his power battering beneath his skin for release. The only thing staying his hand was the friendship that had once existed between them. “You should leave.”
“Why?” Narfi cocked a mocking brow. “I’ve barely started. It was fun watching Fen terrorize you while you did your pathetic little patrolling job.”
“Fenrir’s held captive on Lyngve,” Týr pushed out through gritted teeth.
“I know that,” Narfi sneered. “Where do you think I went while setting my plans in motion? No one has dared set foot on that island since Hel imprisoned Fenrir there because of some foolish rumor of him killing all the powerful gods. And I had plans. So, I took Fen his meals and, eventually, became friends with my brother.” He grinned. “You always wanted that, didn’t you, old friend? Of course, with us being blood, I finally got him to see things my way. I freed him. He shadowed you in the alleys, then marked you with a slash, making it easy for me to keep track of you and yours—”
“What did you do?” Fear cramped Týr’s belly.
“Seems your current whore loves animals…littleones. The plan was to torment her, hurt her, and driveyouout of your mind. If she bled, so much better.”
The fucking pup! Fury exploding, his heart slamming violently against his ribs at the threat to Kira, Týr’s fist shot out, ramming Narfi full in the face. His head snapped back. Chilling laughter echoed in the alley, the bastard flashed.
“You will regret this…”
