Page 68 of Tyr

“Where is he?” Celeste asked.

“He says he never had him. He has no idea who Sylax is.”

A chill swept down Celeste’s spine. She lowered her shield and delved into Anton’s mind.

A wave of nausea coursed through her, seeing all the things he’d done and the perverse pleasure he’d gotten from doing it. She slapped Anton before looking harder.

Anton cried out as she refused to go slower. Anger raged inside her as she pushed him, looking for her father. Tyr groaned and slid behind her, pressing into her and kissing her neck.

She kept looking and finally growled and let go of his mind. Nothing. He told the truth. Anton never had her father.

Tyr’s hands roamed her body, and her skin heated. He spun her around and kissed her hard. His lips were so hot they almost burned her, and his hands scorched her skin as he rubbed them over her body. She let him kiss and claim her for a minute and then stepped away, breathing heavily.

“I’m sorry. I…”

She squeezed his hand. “I understand. Trust me.” Her gaze traveled to Anton. “He didn’t ever have my dad.”

“Where does that leave us?”

“If he never made it here, there was only one other place he would have gone.” Celeste’s gaze moved to where her mother had scrambled across the floor to the corner.

Her mother had lied. And there was only one reason her mother would have lied. A pit grew in Celeste’s stomach, but she shoved it away. No. She wouldn’t give up hope. Couldn’t give up hope.

“Where is he?” she whispered.

Her mother shook her head. “I… I don’t know, I swear. He said he was coming here to kill Anton for what he’d done.”

“When?”

Her mother’s brow furrowed, and she shook her head. “When what?”

“When did he tell you? You said you hadn’t seen my dad.”

Her mother licked her lips. “I… uh… I…”

Celeste lashed out and blasted her mother with a huge wave of mental energy.

Her mother screamed, and her eyes rolled back in her head, and she began to convulse.

“Where? Tell me! Tell me, or I’ll pull it from you,” Celeste screamed.

She continued to hold her mother in her mental grasp, searching for the answer, but her mother fought back, blocking her mind from Celeste.

Celeste pushed harder, making her mother whimper, but she couldn’t break her mother’s wall.

Celeste yelled in rage and then took everything she had and pushed it at her mother. Her mother’s eyes flew open, locked on Celeste, and her mental block shattered.

The pieces of the memory were fuzzy, broken, and disjointed.Her father at the front door. Her mother yelling at him. He didn’t back down. They’d struggled. Then, everything went black.

“Where is he?” Celeste ran to her mother and slapped her. She turned to Tyr. “Kill her.”

Tyr stormed forward, scooped up his sword, and headed right for them.

Her mother’s eyes widened. “He’s at the house! Sylax is at the house!”

Celeste grabbed Tyr’s arm before he struck.

Tyr’s gaze became conflicted. She touched his cheek, and his expression softened.

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