Chapter 31
The searingagony splitting his chest apart held Týr trapped in excruciating torment. Voices bled through his pain-drenched mind…no. Not them.Kira!
But his cry went unanswered. A deadly chill swept through him, freezing the blood in his veins, his mind, his thoughts. Darkness hovered…then warmth cascaded over him, cracking through the ice…
Someone was using magic on him.No—no!
“It’s okay. I’m here…” That voice—that soothing voice held him spellbound. It washer. His heart.
Warm fingers wrapped around his and he stopped fighting the pull into oblivion again…
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Týr’s consciousness hurtled back online as if crash-landing on gravel. Every godsdamn part of him ached like a bitch with claws had torn through him. His torso blazed as if on fire, his mind a chaos of images, mushing his brain inside his skull.
The alleyways… Fighting. Sinister laughter… Snow-covered grounds… Narfi. “Is she truly yours, old friend?”
No!Týr jackknifed up, fighting manically to free himself from the trap pinning him in place.Kira!
“Whoa—” Tough hands held him down. “Where ya think ya goin’, man?”
“Where is she?” Týr croaked, trying to get the tangled covers off.
“Kira?” Nik cocked a brow. “Downstairs, I think.”
She wasn’t here?
No. He had to find her.
Týr tore at the tape holding down the needle piercing his forearm with the strength of an infant poking at a bullseye and missing. What was this damn place anyway? Had they changed his bedroom into a fucking intensive care unit?
Nik snagged his hand. “Norse, don’t make me tie you down. And quit trying to haul ass from the bed. I’ll see if I can get her for you.”
The churning sensation in his belly started again. Inside his chest, the fucking organ pumping there hurt like it was shredding apart. He could hardly breathe. Panted, “Why isn’t she here?”
Did Narfi hurt her?
“Listen, man, that female didn’t leave your side while you lay there like the aftermath of a torpedo gone straight through your ribs—not a pretty sight let me tell ya. So just lie back, get your ass better, and you can go hassle her later.”
“You’re a fuuuckin…assshole,” Týr slurred in frustration.
“Yeah, love ya too, bro. But if you think you can mosey on outta here on your own, be ma guest.” Nik waved toward the door.
When the bastard brought out the street-talk, Týr wanted to punch him. He cut Nik a withering glare, but it got lost on the rat-bastard texting something on his cell. Seconds later, a beep sounded. Nik glanced at it, and those ice-green eyes came back to him. “She’s resting.”
Somewhere else.
He growled. Loudly. He wanted her here, he had to tell her the truth—
“With you thrashing around right now like a headless chicken, can’t say I blame her.” Nik picked up a syringe and inserted the contents into the drip.
With his heart pumping hard, the damn shit circulated faster in his veins. He was trapped in oblivion seconds later…
