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I didn’t speak the next words. I wasn’t ready to vocalize that weakness. Ty was the only person I could even tacitly admit it to. With anyone else, I would keep it locked away, but I trusted him thoroughly and knew he wouldn’t betray me.
But the truth was, I didn’t know if Icouldkill Rica. Which led to a whole dragonload of other questions and problems, none of which I had answers or solutions to.
Ty just let fly with another disc. I took out my anger on it. And the next. And the next. Thunder rumbled almost constantly for nearly a minute.
“What about Mia?” I said, gesturing for him to pause. “What do I do with her?”
“Her car is back in the city, getting fixed. Take her home, have it delivered to her house. Never see her again. Easy as that. Why is that such a big problem?” Ty asked.
It shouldn’t have been. That was the thing. Itshouldhave been just as easy as he was saying. Only …
“You fucked her, didn’t you,” Ty said, reading my body language.
“No,” I growled, pointing at him. “I didn’t. Don’t talk about her that way.”
His eyebrows rose slightly. “You’re getting mighty defensive over her, Tor. This isn’t the first time you’ve gone off on me like this. You need to check yourself.”
I slammed a meaty fist into my palm. What the hell was wrong with me? He was my best friend, and twice now, a human had made me get angry at him.
Yes, she drove me crazy with those hips and thick thighs and large breasts. The whole package was undeniably desirable. I wanted her. Iwantedto fuck her, to listen to her cries, as I broke her mind with more pleasure than she could handle. Every other thought that was about her was some form of lust. Even through my anger, my cock swelled in response to those images.
Perhaps Ty was right. Maybe the best thing for mewasto put some distance between us and let my other head calm down a bit. Relieve myself of her presence and try not to think about her. Anything like that. I had to think clearly. If I was the prince, I couldn’t be splitting my mental focus between her and my mate.
Speaking of which …
“Any update from Storm Keep?”
Ty nodded. “Yeah, Tempest is heading out with a few others at some point today. They’ll be coming through any minute now probably. And they’ll have the mirror.”
“Good,” I growled while the sky rumbled ominously above us, a mirror of my black thoughts. “It’s about time I find my mate.”
Perhaps then, I could get my mind off Mia.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Mia
“What the actual fuck is going on out there?” I said, staring at the ceiling from where I lay on the bed.
Everything in the room was old. Most of the room was covered in dust and debris, but the bed had been cleaned, as had the bathroom. It wasn’t great, but it was, as Tor had said, livable. For a night.
That, however, wasbeforethe explosions, or whatever they were, had started going off nonstop outside. I glanced out the singular window, but all I could see were dark clouds rolling in. Was a tremendous storm brewing just out of sight causing all the cracks and rumbles? It certainlysoundedlike a thunderstorm.
Finally, I’d had too much. I couldn’t take it. I went to the door and hauled it open.
“Tor!” I shouted into the empty hallway. “Ty?”
The only sound I heard was my voice echoing off the walls and floor. I stayed put in the middle of the doorframe, looking up and down the hall, trying to judge what to do. Across from me, the windows looked out into the center courtyard. But again, still no sign of what was causing the noise.
The thunderous rumbles paused for a bit. Maybe they were over. But then, they started back up again at almost regular intervals. No way was it random, storm-generated lightning. Something wasmakingthose noises. Could it be guns? Were Tor and Ty having a shootout with Rica? Was she that crazy?
I had to find out. He couldn’t expect me to stay put throughout it, could he? That was insane.
“Tor!” I shouted, making my decision. I knew where I was going, and screw anyone who told me otherwise. I was tired of being kept in the dark, not to mention being a half-prisoner. People didn’tdothat. I needed to know if I should call the police.
There was still no sound of anyone approaching, so I decided to stop calling out for them. After all, they would probably just tell me to go back to my room. Instead, I started creeping along, sticking to the carpets as best I could to muffle my footsteps.
In no time flat, I was at the double doors, beyond which lay Tor’s private area. I stared at them and the twin brackets of blackened metal, one per door. All I had to do was reach out and slide one of the doors open. Then I could see what lay beyond.
