Was there sarcasm there? Warily, she rubbed her damp palms down her dress. He wouldn’t say something loaded with innuendoes, would he?
Obviously, they already knew that Týr was here, and the reason why they’d descended on her like a pack of hyenas. In the gloomy room, the guards’ eyes gleamed red like evil predators after a soul.
Kira straightened her spine, taking strength from her man’s oath. If they thought to harm him, they’d have to go through her first.
“I’m fine.” She looked her father straight in the eyes. “In fact, my mate’s here. He came for me.”
There. Put that in your pipe or wherever and smoke it.
“And that would be me.”
Kira glanced back, a smile trembling on her mouth.
Týr leaned against the doorjamb wearing his leathers, boots, and his Henley from which he’d torn off the burnt sleeves, revealing heavily muscled biceps and the mystical sword inked there.
She uttered a fervent prayer to the universe.Please, please don’t let anything happen.
