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“I hope they hurt her. I hope they torture her. I hope they burn her the way she burned my dad. I hope she suffers until she can’t take anymore, and then she suffers again for the rest of her existence. I wish I could see it. To help. To make her pay for everything she put him through. Put us both through.”

Tyr took her hand. “You don’t.”

She pulled away. “Yes. I do.”

He touched her cheek. “You aren’t that person, Celeste.”

“How do you know? I am my mother’s daughter, after all.”

“Because you are your father’s daughter, too. And he wouldn’t want that.”

She shook her head. “I’m so angry, Tyr. The anger inside me, it’s just…”

“Believe me, of anyone in all the realms, I understand.”

She stared at him, eyes blazing. Her anger ignited him, heating his blood.

“Let me show you something,” said Tyr.

“What?”

“Trust me. I think it can help.” Tyr held out his hand to her, and she took it. He lifted her to her feet, and together, they walked back into the house.

Tyr openedthe door behind the entertainment room. Celeste hadn’t noticed the room before, but then, she’d never been in the entertainment room. She’d only seen it a couple of times on her way to and from the garage.

Tyr flipped on the light and walked inside. Celeste followed. It was an apartment of sorts. Several televisions scattered theroom. A wooden table and chair sat in a corner. Several windows adorned every wall, but from where they stood in the house, no door or window could lead outside. Other items scattered various surfaces. A blender, toaster, microwave, lamps, a glass coffee table, several vases…

“What is this place?”

“A rage room.”

“What’s a rage room?”

Tyr leaned against the dresser. “It’s what it sounds like. Whenever one of us needs to blow off steam, and we don’t want to go to Odin’s to do it, we come in here.”

“What’s at Odin’s?”

Tyr held up his hand. He walked to a wardrobe in the corner and opened it. Inside, hung over a dozen different instruments, from bats to crowbars to golf clubs.

Tyr stepped to the side. “Pick your poison.”

She scanned the room again. “I can break anything I want?”

“Yes.”

“Anything?”

Tyr pulled out a metal bat and held it out to her. “Anything.”

Celeste slid it from his grip.

“Why did you pick this one?”

“So, you can take back control. That’s one of the things that…humanhurt you with. Use it to hurt back.”

She hefted the weight of the bat in her hands. Anything. She could break anything. Everything.

Her anger raged as she chose her first victim. A lamp on the table caught her eye. It reminded her of the one in her mother’s bedroom she was never allowed to touch.

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