Chapter 34
Two days later,Týr was finally able to walk without feeling as if the floor would meet with his face, but that excitement died damn fast.
He narrowed his eyes at Michael. They were alone in the archangel’s study, the other warriors still in the rec room. “What the hell do you mean she cannot stay here for long periods? Her sire’s a Sin, not a fucking demon.”
“I’m aware of that.” Michael leaned against his desk and scrubbed a hand over his jaw. “But the Ancients are as old as the Sins, and very powerful, too.”
“Stop waylaying me,” Týr snapped, pacing to the window and back again. “Just spit it out.”
“Luceré’s spoken to me. She didn’t want to overwhelm Kira with what the future could bring after everything that’s already occurred. With her essence also mixed with that of Lila’s, just maybe Kira can get by undetected. But she is immortal now. How long will it be beforetheydo find her?” Michael’s expression tightened as if in regret. “Kira is the offspring of two powerful, totally opposite entities. With time, the scale of her powers could grow off the charts, and if Wrath’s dark power dominates hers, it’s a catastrophe waiting to happen. The Ancients won’t tolerate anunknownbeing who could tip the balance of power to the side of probable destruction. And they won’t be stopped once they get wind of Kira. To keep that threat contained, they will bind her and force her into servitude. Do you really want to take that chance?”
“So, what? I should let my mate go off to some godsforsaken place alone when I’m bound to this realm?”
“She’ll be safe here for the foreseeable future, but I’m telling you this so you know how things could turn out. There’s also the Celestial angels to consider…”
Yes, those bastards kept track of the Watchers’ human descendants, the rising psionics, for the same reason.
Týr slammed both fists against the stone wall near the fireplace, his anger detonating at the huge barrier in front of him. Pain shimmered through his hands. He spun back. “What about her brother? He’s a Sin’s heir and has plenty of power. The male lives in New Orleans with his human mate most times.”
Michael sighed. “I’m aware of that. But Kira is probably more powerful and the one who matters.”
A tic working his jaw, Týr pulled out his cell and made the call. “It’s me.”
“What can I do for you?” Riley’s calm tone drifted to his ear.
“Do you remain on Earth for long periods?” he cut to the chase. “Need to know because of who Kira’s mother is.” Týr briefly explained about Luceré being an Ancient, and what could occur with Kira.
Riley went quiet for several seconds. Týr sensed his concern. “Is Kira okay?”
“Yeah…for now.”
“If you need me, don’t hesitate. As to your question, I can remain on Earth for several months at a time. Then I need to leave for a short while, usually when my powers peak since I don’t use them often. I can either go to Stygia or to Exilum, but I prefer Exilum because of my mate.”
Exilum was a sanctuary for exiled immortals, a place that no power-that-be had domain over. A safe haven… Shit, of course! Aethan used to go to Exilum before he met Echo, when his powers escalated and threatened to take him over.
“Thanks.” Týr rang off. “Know this, Michael, I’m not letting her go anywhere alone.” He stalked out of the study and stomped down the corridor. “Fuck—fuck!” He lashed out, only to pull his punch at the last minute. If Kira saw his wounded hand, she’d demand answers, and he couldn’t lie to her—didn’t want to add to her worry when she’d just had to say goodbye to her mother. Godsdammit!
Where are you?Kira’s breathy voice cracked through his turbulent thoughts. He shut his eyes, savoring having her voice in his mind for a second before he responded.
In a meeting with Michael, catching up on things. Be there soon.
Yeah, he had to talk to her. And he fervently hoped that Lila’s DNA kept her protected.
* * *
Kira looked over the elegant, linen-draped table set near the window in the living room of their quarters. The candles and the fine china and silver flatware she’d laid out were perfect enough for a magazine spread.
She turned on the music she’d gotten from her old home because all Týr had was metal and rock. Now, the soft strains ofSave the Last Dancefor Medrifted to her from the music system. She loved oldies.
Týr had finally been able to go downstairs alone to spend some time with the guys in the rec room, but it seemed he’d ended up talking with Michael instead. As long as he was occupied, it gave her the time she needed. She’d wanted to do something special for him now that he was up, but it had been difficult to keep it a secret.
Hedori had shown her how to make Týr’s favorite steak dinner, but she made sure he’d also tasted things every step of the way. The champagne cooled in the ice bucket, and the butler waited for her text to send up the meal.
Where are you? she asked, checking again with Týr.
On my way.
Crap. Ah, well, she was as ready as she would ever be.
