Page 19 of Tyr

He motioned for her to join him. He set the towel down and lifted her onto the vanity. His hands spanned her entire waist, and the warmth of his skin on hers made her cheeks heat. Man, she hated that.

He ran the water over the towel and then wrung it out a bit.

“It will be easier on your eye if you hold this to it for a minute or so before trying to wipe.”

She raised the towel to her eye.

He turned her head and checked her cheek and then her lips. Finally, he lifted her arm and inspected the burns.

He nodded, satisfied. “That cocoon thing you did seems to have worked quite well. Your smallest wounds healed in less than thirty-six hours.”

“Thirty-six?”

He nodded. “You’ve been asleep for about a day and a half.”

Had he sat in the hall the whole time?“What cocoon thing?”

He shrugged. “I’ve never seen something like it before. It was like you were surrounded by white light or something. That was you, right?”

“I suppose so.”

“Do you not know what I’m talking about?”

She shook her head.“It probably has to do with my mother’s blood. I’ve never used those powers before, never needed to.”

“The angel?”

She snorted.“Angel… well… technically, she’s an angel. Personally, I think she’s Satan’s sister.”

His intense stare made her almost shudder. Unlike when she’d first seen him, she realized what she’d originally thought to be coldness in his eyes was, in fact, an intensity she’d never experienced before. Like he searched deep inside her for the answers to some gigantic question, only she could answer. And damn if that intensity wasn’t hot.

Celeste’s nipples hardened, and her skin flushed. She coughed and moved her sling to cover her breasts. Gods didn’t have any enhanced sense of smell or anything, did they? Because she was sure her hormones were trying to make her ovulate from looking at him.

What the fiddle-faddle?She was all but broken in half but still got aroused by a hot guy? Not a hot guy,thehot guy. The hottest guy she’d ever seen, undoubtedly. Move over Adonis and Achilles. Tyr was the god of all hotness.

She rolled her eyes. Man, she was so screwed up. Was it her dad’s side of the gene pool which made her react that way? She scoffed. More likely, her mother’s. She’d been the one to sleep with every being she got her talons into.

Tyr cocked an eyebrow at her snort.

Reaching up, Tyr took the towel from her eye. She tried to open it and the lashes parted slightly. Gently, he wiped at it, and she caught the glint of metal peeking out from under his leather glove. She was tempted to touch it, to see how it fused to his skin, but she didn’t. She wasn’t that brazen. In that one department, she wished she was more like her mother than her dad. Her mother had no shame when it came to anything.

“Try again.”

She blinked several times and opened her eye about halfway. Then she gave up and turned from him to the mirror for the first time.

Holy macaroni!What a flipping mess.

She wasn’t sure what Tyr had seen on her face, but he laid a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s much better than before you went to sleep. A couple more days, and you’ll be as beautiful as before it happened.”

Beautiful?He thought she was beautiful?

He averted his gaze and removed his hand. “Uh… I don’t have any girl clothes, but you can borrow one of my t-shirts if you’d like. If you’re more comfortable in what you are wearing, though, you can stay like that instead.”

She peered down at her bare torso. Modesty had flown out the window between them as fast as Yegret had a few minutes prior. What did it matter? He’d already seen almost everything from the waist up. Well… more than any man before, anyway.

“I need some pants. I can’t manage a shirt, though, until my arm heals.”She remembered her sports bra. There was no way to get it off.“Uh… I think you’re gonna need to cut my bra off so I can shower. Too bad. I liked this one.”

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