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He inclined his head. “I apologize for my language. It’s just… You have no idea how much I’d like to get my hands on the person who did this to you.”

“I… appreciate your concern, Lord Tyr.”

Tyr shook his head. “Tyr. Just Tyr. No, Lord. No God of War. None of that foolishness. I’m just Tyr.”

“Tyr.”

He nodded. “To make you more comfortable, I would like to check your wounds. Make sure nothing needs to be reset or disinfected.”

Celeste’s chest squeezed, and she fought to keep her anxiety at bay.

“You can read my thoughts again if you want to make sure my intentions are clear.”

Heat flushed her cheeks.

“I just ask that you not make a habit of it. If you want to know something, ask me. I will not lie to you.”

“I apologize. I… haven’t had a need to read people until recently. Not that I’ve had many opportunities. But…”

“It’s understandable. You don’t know me. You are hurt and scared. But, like I said, it is… uncomfortable. There are things in there even I don’t want to see again. I’d rather you ask if you want to know something. Hopefully, before you leave my care, you will learn to trust me.”

“I’ve never had someone be able to tell before.”

He nodded. “We gods are a bit different, I suppose. Or maybe it’s me. Who knows?”

“I promise I won’t anymore unless I have your permission.”

He nodded. “Now, do you need to read my intentions before I examine you?”

She wanted to insist on reading him, but something inside told her she didn’t need to.

Tyr set the plastic container and the towels on the bed and then lifted her into a sitting position. He undid her cloak, and it dropped down on the bed.

Using his fingers, he took a minute to inspect her face. His jaw clenched, and worked hard as if chewing something.

“It’s obvious your cheek is fractured on the left side. Possibly your eye socket. But there is nothing that can be done about that. You said your jaw is broken, and I believe you. We can get a doctor and have it wired shut.”

“No need. It will be healed within a few days, hopefully.”

Tyr bit his lip. “I am sorry to intrude, but it’s to help you better. Your father is a demon, and your mother is… human?”

“Angel.”What a joke. Her mother was more demon than her father ever had been. He said it was his fault she turned out that way, but Celeste didn’t believe it.

Tyr cocked an eyebrow. “Interesting. Well, that should help speed up your healing quite a bit.”

“I want to say yes, but I’ve never been this injured before, so I can’t say for sure.”

“What else hurts? I am assuming your arm. You winced when your father hugged you earlier and when I caught you outside the car.”

“I was struck with a metal bat. I think there might be a fracture or two in my upper left arm.”

Tyr’s eyes flashed red again. “Anywhere else?” He gritted his teeth.

“Ribs. Legs. Back. But the ribs are the only other breaks, I think.”

Tyr nodded and stood. “I… uh… I’ll be right back.”

Without another word, he strode to the bedroom door. It opened automatically and slid shut behind him.

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