Page 33 of Luna Cursed

"Well, it was a crap destiny. I met Petra, and I wouldn't want to be married to her either," Ciara said, trying to make him laugh. He managed a smile.

"She's a lot, but then I dashed her dream that her parents had fed her too about being the queen of the wolves. Don't expect to make a friend there even if you do turn. The fact we are bonded will make her hate you forever."

Ciara laughed. "That's okay. I'm not friends with sore losers."

"You don't think I'm a terrible person for killing my father?" Tor asked.

"No. I would kill anyone that hurt Lachlan; I don't care who they are. He's my brother, and it doesn't matter that he can be a clueless asshole sometimes. I would defend him until the end. You did the right thing, Torsten," she said honestly. "We will get your sister back too. Never doubt it."

When his large hand curled around her calf a moment later, she didn't shove him off. She could feel how upset he was through the bond, and if hanging onto her leg comforted him, she wasn't going to deny him.

Ciara pulled out the last splinters, put antibiotic cream on the cuts, and covered the bigger ones with bandages. Tor watched her clean up and drank the bottle of water she gave him.

"Is there anything else I can do to speed up the healing?" she asked.

Tor tugged her to the couch and put his head on her lap. "Just stay here. We'll land soon. Touch helps when a wolf is hurt, especially with those that are bonded."

Somehow, Ciara knew he wasn't talking about the scratches on his back. Talking about his father cost him like it cost Ciara to ever talk about her own parent's death.

She didn't know how to do affection well, so she did what she used to do when Lachie was little; she gently stroked his hair and hummed 'Who wants to live forever' fromHighlander. Lachie had been obsessed with it, and it had been the only thing to calm him down when he was distraught.

She missed her brother. He would know what to say and do to make Tor feel better because he was the opposite of her—open, affectionate, and charming. People loved it when he walked into a room, and they looked the other way when Ciara did.

Ciara knew she would probably be embarrassed about it later, but Tor didn't seem to be worried about it. He only smiled and went to sleep.

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Ciara was dozing when the plane touched down in Oslo. Tor grumbled and wrapped his arms around her to stop her from getting up.

"Hey, wake up. We are here," she said, giving him a shake.

"Don't want to move. I like it here," he complained.

Ciara laughed softly and poked him in the side. "Come on. As soon as we get off the plane, the sooner we can have a hot shower."

Tor lifted his head. "Together?"

"You won't find out if you don't move."

"Hmm, you should come to my apartment. I have a bathroom I can actually fit in," he said. She helped him sit up and put a hoodie on with a zippered front. He looked like he had been through a grinder, and she doubted she looked much better. Which was a shame because as soon as the plane door opened, she was met with Bayn, Freya, Arne, and Layla. They all looked worried.

Ciara tried not to groan; she didn't want an interrogation. She wanted a shower and twelve hours of sleep.

"Brace yourself," Tor murmured behind her.

"I can't believe you didn't call me to come and help back you up in a fight," Bayn complained.

"I can't call on you whenever I get into a scuffle, cousin," Ciara replied.

"Yes, you can. He needs the exercise," Freya said, looking Ciara over with her mismatched eyes. "Any of the blood yours?"

"No, it's Tor's."

"You two look like hell," a new voice said. A tall man appeared from behind Bayn. His black curly hair and bright eyes were the mirror image of Ciara's. She dropped her bags and launched herself at her brother.

"Lachie, what are you doing here?" she demanded. She suddenly felt like crying and didn't know why.

Lachie patted her back. "You sounded weird on the phone, and I was worried. Kenna thought you might need some backup."

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