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Tyr stepped up behind her, flicked his knife out of his boot, and sliced through the fabric in less than a second. Then he raced from the room before she asked him to do anything else. If she called him again, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back a third time despite his desire not to either hurt or scare her.

He strode down the hallway and banged on the first door he came to. Vidar pulled it open and spotted the leggings in Tyr’s hand.

“I need your shower.”

Vid nodded and moved into the hallway as Tyr stepped into his room and tossed her leggings to Vid.

“Washer,” was all he got out. The door wasn’t even closed before Tyr tore off his clothes and dropped them on the floor. He ran to the shower and turned it as cold as possible before jumping under and allowing the water to do to his body what he was unable to do himself. Freeze his dick into submission.

CHAPTER 7

For the next forty-eight hours,Celeste didn’t see Tyr, though she felt him close by. He’d left her leggings freshly laundered outside the door later that night, as well as some food, but she hadn’t seen him. It didn’t surprise her. His arousal had been more than evident when he’d removed the leggings, and she assumed he thought she’d been playing some sort of game with him. But she was smart enough to know women didn’t play with an immortal like the Norse God of War. Not if they wanted to live. So that night, after trying to reach her dad, she’d fallen into a deep sleep remembering the touch of Tyr’s strong hands on her skin.

At some point, he’d come in, opened the windows, and let Yegret out. Celeste wasn’t sure how he’d known when she slept. She wondered if perhaps he had cameras in the room. It wouldn’t surprise her… No. She decided he wouldn’t do that. Everywhere else on the estate, yes, but not the bedrooms or the bathrooms. That wasn’t Tyr.

By day four, the majority of her injuries had healed, but mentally, she’d begun to go downhill. Memories of Anton locking her first in her bedroom and eventually moving her to his closet made her skin prickle, and she broke into a light sweat.

She reached her breaking point. She needed to get out. Out of the room and out of the house before she lost it. The door opened as she approached, and she stepped into the hallway.

Men’s voices floated upstairs, but she couldn’t make out what they said until she tiptoed to the edge of the glass landing.

“So, you took care of it?” asked Tyr.

“Would I be back here if I hadn’t?” said Vid.

“I just want to make sure. It’s been a long time since you’ve had to get your hands dirty on a job.”

Vid snorted. “Too long. I’m not sure why you talked me into letting Fenrir do that stuff. That’s the fun stuff. The vengeance part. Making them promise to leave someone alone. Or making them pay for what they’ve done. I like it a hell of a lot better than doing surveillance.”

“I like surveillance,” said Herm.

“Because all you do is play games on your phone,” said Vid. “I’m the one who does the actual watching.”

“That’s not true,” Herm protested. “Who do you think does all the watching while you snore away in the passenger seat?”

“No one,” said Vid. “I don’t snore.”

“Enough,” said Tyr. “I’ll contact the client and inform her the man won’t be harassing her anymore.”

“That, and she’ll be getting reassigned to a new partner in the firm, receiving a sizable settlement and a raise,” said Vid.

“Perfect,” said Tyr.

The scent of fresh coffee filled Celeste’s nostrils, making her stomach groan. She would love a mochaccino. She wondered if they had a specialized coffee machine that could make one. They had state-of-the-art everything else.

Celeste walked across the landing to the top of the stairs and paused before heading downward. Herm poured Tyr a cup of coffee. He spotted her first, and his eyes widened. She gave him a small wave.

Herm blinked and poured hot coffee all over Tyr’s hand.

“Shit, Herm, what are you doing?” Tyr followed Herm’s gaze, and his eyes widened at the sight of her.

“Hi,” she said.

Vid turned and spit his coffee all over the counter.

“Hi, Celeste,” said Herm. “Looking better. Much, much better.”

Tyr set down his mug, jumped the massive island, and stripped off his t-shirt as he raced to where she stood.

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