Chapter 19
Týr nailedthe intruders a cool stare. Hell, he’d probably broken his own record in hauling on his clothes, but he didn’t want Kira out there alone with the savages.
He folded his arms over his chest. Despite his casual stance, his entire body was primed for action. The male in front, the one with the lean, cruel aristocratic features, clad in a black shirt, leather-like pants, and knee-high boots, reeked of all kinds of authority and appeared to be about a decade or so older than Týr.
Nope, Kira looked nothing at all like him. She was gorgeous—
He stilled as an imperceptible touch of unimaginable primeval power slithered over him as if seeking, testing his strength.What the hell!Týr didn’t bother to hide his own abilities any longer. He went motionless, the dots suddenly connecting and coalescing into a kick to the gut, revealing exactly what Kira’s sire was.
Fuuuuck!He’d had his suspicions when he heard the name and had hoped it was just coincidence. Demons always went for angry names that they thought made them sound cool.
Those unnerving, neon-green eyes held Týr’s. Nope, not a demon. But far, far worse.
Hewas the real deal. The deadliest of the Seven Sins.
Most would be quaking in their boots by now. Tyr narrowed his eyes, denying any fear. Hell, he’d encountered and survived the worst damnation in Tartarus. Nothing could ever compare to that. But just let the ancient bastard try to take Kira from him.
It struck him then that she hadn’t made the connection yet of what her sire truly was.
“A Guardian in my home,” Wrath said, power seeping into each syllable.
“When assholes snatchmymate, I let nothing stand in the way of getting her back.”
With a flick of his fingers, Wrath dismissed the guards. Only the two without the uniforms remained.
Týr knew exactly who they were. One he’d tried to kill a while ago, and the other with the faint glimmering red sparks all over him he planned to eviscerate as soon as he was done here. The fact that Kira had had to defend herself and touch this shithead for her power to manifest had Týr’s teeth gnashing.
“I detected you the moment you arrived in this domain,” Wrath said. “However, you hadn’t come into my fortress, so it didn’t warrant a hunt while outside its boundaries…” Wrath nodded to the window. “You’re lucky to have survived the wards.”
“Wards?” Kira gasped, glowering at her sire. “You deliberately hurt him?”
“They’re there to protectyou, Kira,” Wrath said, tone cool.
Týr’s chest constricted, watching his mate stand up to this primeval and very, very dangerous male. He’d already realized it was a test of some kind, to probably fry his ass if he failed. But then he was a stubborn bastard. Shit like that wouldn’t stop him, not when it came to Kira. He was damn grateful for the extra protection it had given her.
“How did you get through the wards?” the ass with the red sparkles asked.
“Painfully.”
The brother snorted.
Týr strolled across to where Kira stood in the middle of the room as if keeping both sides apart and drew her into his arms. He brushed his lips over her hair, fixing the fucker who’d dared to claim his mate with a deadly stare. Except the bastard was eyeinghimlike damn candy.
“Is this when I fight one of you assholes to the death?” Týr drawled, deliberately letting his focus remain on Sparkles.
“No—no!” Kira slapped her palm against his chest, her heart pounding so loudly, he could not only hear it but also taste her fear. “I don’t want those fights.”
Please, Týr, please don’t push this.He could almost feel her panicky thoughts. Her eyes performed a frantic tennis match between her sire’s goons and him, so he stroked her back, soothing her.
“No. No death-fight is required…” Those cold but distractingly glowing lime-green eyes nailed his, and Týr realized that this male already knew he had claimed Kira as his. “Since your scent marks her.”
Kira stiffened in his arms.
Týr said nothing. Why reiterate what the Sin obviously already knew. But that cold stare still locked on him whispered of untold horrors, had his intent been to harm Kira. Her sire was one of the very few beings who could kick his ass—no, make that kill him—if he’d been screwing around.
“Later this eve, you will accompany my daughter to the assembly as her mate for her presentation rite of acceptance.” An order.
“What?” Kira demanded, tone perplexed. “What presentation?”
