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He didn’t like it, but if what he’d seen on the stairs was half the power she stored inside her, he had drastically underestimated her. She was half demon, half angel, and it was time to let her find the superior being she was inside. And damn if seeing her so strong didn’t turn him on.

Tyr breathed deep and planted his boot in the middle of the door. It burst from its hinges and exploded inward. A scream sounded, and several men swore. A gunshot rang out, and Tyr stepped through the doorway, covering Celeste.

Bullets ripped through his abdomen, shoulder, and leg. He let the pain wash over him and through him, spurring him on.

The man who’d fired his gun paled and dropped it when Tyr didn’t go down. He backed up several feet, bumped into a couch, and fell onto it.

Tyr took a step, but Celeste grabbed his hand.“Wait.”

Tyr nodded, and she stepped to his side and scanned the scene.

Five men stood inside a lush office. Two held the woman with black hair while a third punched her in the face. The man who had dragged the woman out of the car stood next to a shorter man who Tyr could only assume was the boss. The man from the car assessed Tyr, and his eyes widened in fear and turned pure black.

A demon.

The woman barely held up her bruised face as blood dripped down her chin.

“Who the F—” The man stopped short when he spotted Celeste.

The woman on the floor gasped for air. “Are you happy now,” she croaked. “Are you satisfied seeing what Anton will do to me?”

Celeste didn’t answer.

Tyr looked closer at the kneeling woman again. The high cheekbones. The swolle, pouty lips. The blue eyes. Celeste’s mother.

“Who the hell is this gorilla?” Anton spat.

Celeste stepped toward the man. “Give me my father.”

Tyr had never heard her voice so flat.

Anton chuckled and opened his arms wide. “Baby girl, I’ve missed you. I can’t tell you how heartbroken I’ve been since you ran away. Have you seen the error of your ways? Realized what I can give you? You healed amazingly, by the way. It makes me happy I didn’t do any permanent damage to your stunning face.”

Celeste’s fists clenched. “Give him to me.”

Anton’s eyes narrowed, and he thought for a minute. “And why would I do that?”

Celeste took another step forward, but Tyr held her back.

“Because I’m asking nicely. All I want is my father. Give him to me and I’ll let you live.”

“I’ll do you one better,” Anton retorted. “You come back, and I’ll forget you left. I’ll let your mother and your friend go.”

The arrogance. The utter arrogance of the man set Tyr’s battle rage close to exploding. This small, insignificant human had hurt his Celeste. Had beaten her. Chained her. And almost killed her.

“I have a third option,” Tyr growled. “I kill all your men and torture you until you tell me where Sylax is?”

Anton chuckled, pulled a gun from his waistband, and pointed it at Tyr. “You may be tough, Big Guy, but I’m sure even you can’t take a bullet to the brain. So, let’s all be civil. Celeste comes back. Her mother goes free. Everyone is happy.”

Tyr growled, and Celeste took a step forward, her gaze locked on Anton.

“Boss—” The man next to him tried to warn Anton, but it was too late.

Anton grabbed his head and bellowed.

“Tell me where my father is,” Celeste said.

Anton dropped to his knees and puked. He sucked in several breaths, and then his head whipped up.

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