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“Fenrir!” she shouted.

Grace followed him to her doorway in time to see him jump over the balcony to the lower floor, open the front door, and run out into the night.

She stared at the spot he’d been moments before, her spirit side telling her to follow him. But she couldn’t.

Her first time. It was her first time having sex, and she’d chased the man off.

A tear leaked from her eye, and her heart broke for Fenrir. She wished more than anything that she could kill every one of the Norse gods who had ever told him he was a beast.

CHAPTER14

Fenrir holedup in his house for two days wanting to flog himself for hurting Grace. He’d wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life. Even so, he should have known he wouldn’t be able to have her without ruining things. He always ruined things.

His phone rang for the dozenth time in two days, but he didn’t answer. He lay on the floor of his room with his arm over his eyes, replaying every moment with her. Her touch. Her taste. The feel of completeness when buried inside her. The fight to control every instinct inside him that told him to bite and claim her right there. All of it. From the look in her eyes to the sound of her moans to the tear that streaked her cheek when he realized he was hurting her.

A bang sounded on his front door, but he didn’t move. Whomever it was could just go the hell away.

Layla whined and lifted her head from his shoulder.

Again a loud bang reverberated through his small house. Layla went to stand, but Fenrir commanded her to stay put, and she plopped right back down.

The third time the banging fell on the door, the person didn’t wait for him to answer. They simply opened the door and strode inside. The scent hit him before the sound of his name did.

“Fenrir! Fen! Where are you?” Loki yelled.

Fenrir groaned. He couldn’t see his dad. He couldn’t.

Fenrir’s phone rang again, and Loki’s footsteps stalked down the short hallway to his bedroom. Fenrir didn’t look at his father as he entered the room.

Layla lifted her head toward Loki and growled but didn’t move. She knew not to disobey a command.

“Fenrir. I’ve been calling you for two days. What the hell is going on?”

Fenrir sucked in a shallow breath but didn’t answer.

For a minute, Loki didn’t say anything, and then Fenrir heard him sit on the bed. “Fen. What happened? What is going on?”

Again Fenrir didn’t answer. How did he tell his father that he was indeed the monster everyone thought him to be?

“That’s it. I’m calling Odin to get Grace over here.”

Fenrir shot to his feet, grabbed Loki’s phone, and smashed it against the wall. “Don’t get Grace. Don’t.”

Loki stared at him for a moment. Cocked an eyebrow and then snapped his fingers. His shattered phone reformed itself and returned to Loki’s outstretched palm.

“First of all, why? And second, please do not throw my electronics like a toddler who hasn’t gotten his way.”

Fenrir closed his eyes and threw his hands over his face. His gut twisted, and he let out a low whine.

“I… we… after dinner. I took her home, and we…”

“You took her home, and you, what?”

Fenrir looked at his father. Was Loki going to make him spell it out?

Loki’s eyes widened. “You made love.”

“Yes. No.” Fenrir blew out a breath and sat on the bed, hanging his head in his hands. “It was a mess. Literally. I hurt her. There was blood. She was crying…”

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