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She left her shields down as he held her in his strong arms, and she swirled her fingers in the hair on his chest.

“Tyr?”

“Yes?”

“Why do you keep calling meFylgja? What does it mean?”

His arms tightened around her, and he bent down and kissed her.

“It’s an Old Norse word. It’s hard to explain, but the closest word to it in the English language is soulmate.”

Soulmate? Tyr thought she was his soulmate?

Something inside her warmed, and she smiled. She pulled his lips to hers and kissed him hard.

She’d never considered she might have a soulmate before, but… something told her he was right. He was her soulmate. HerFylgja.

CHAPTER 12

A knockon the bedroom door woke Tyr the following morning. He went to roll over but found his arm pinned beneath Celeste’s head. He gazed down at her for a moment, conflicted. He hoped Sy didn’t kill him, but he’d held out for as long as he’d been able. Celeste was… everything now. And he could no longer deny the fact any more than he could deny that he thought, in all honesty, they were meant for one another.

The knock sounded again, and Tyr slid his arm from under her and pulled on a pair of sweats as he hopped to the door and opened it a crack.

Herm stood dressed for the day. He looked Tyr up and down, tried to glance over Tyr’s shoulder, and smiled. Tyr closed the door a few inches, blocking Herm’s view of Celeste.

“What?”

“Vid and I are getting ready to head out and tail the loser suing his ex. We might be gone most of the day, so I wanted to ask if you would take this over to Frigg’s place and give it to Heimdall.” Herm held out an envelope full of cash.

“You’re the messenger god, not me. Take it when you get back.” Tyr tried to close the door, but Herm stopped him.

“Come on, bro. You know how he gets about this kind of stuff. I like Heimdall, but he’s a stick-in-the-muck when it comes to money. He already texted me about it. If he doesn’t get it today, he won’t bet on me next time.”

Tyr looked at the envelope.

“Never mind,” said Herm. “I’ll do it on my way to tail the client.”

“No,” Tyr grabbed the envelope. “Do your job. Don’t be late.”

Herm nodded. “See ya.” He stood on his tiptoes as he backed away, trying to peek over Tyr’s shoulder.

“Do you want me to kill you?” Tyr growled.

Herm chuckled. “Can you blame me? Seeing her the other day in only her underwear? Damn, man, I’m jealous.”

Tyr leaped out his door, but Herm disappeared down the hall and around the corner before Tyr reached him. Good thing for Herm, too, because just the thought that Herm and Vid had seen Celeste in practically nothing was enough to have him ripping the eyes out of both of their heads.

Tyr went back to his room and closed his door. He wasn’t an errand boy, but Herm and Vid had taken to picking up all their workload since Celeste had arrived. The least he could do was drop off Heimdall’s winnings. Though after what Herm had said, maybe he should wait until late in the day to do it.

Tyr dropped the cash on his dresser and headed over to make sure Ygrette had gotten in safely. She slept with her head tucked under her wing on a high branch in her enclosure. Tyr closed the glass door and then closed the bedroom window.

“Are we going to Frigg’s place?” Celeste asked in a sleepy voice.

Tyr turned. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

She shrugged and sat up, pulling the covers with her and covering her perfect breasts.

“I’ll get to try that honeyed mead Phes mentioned?”

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