Page 18 of Luna Cursed

"Do not," Ciara replied, smiling into her pillow as she drifted back to sleep.

She didn't dream.

9

Ciara didn't wake up again until the following morning when the smell of coffee was wafting through her door, and she could hear Freya and Tor chatting in the kitchen. The pillow and blanket were back on her bed, and she had a moment of wondering if their midnight talk had been a dream. She picked up the spare pillow, pressed it to her nose, and inhaled. She could smell the forest and something warm and masculine that screamed Tor. No, it wasn't a dream. There was a tap on the door, and she quickly tossed the pillow aside before Freya opened it.

"Wake up, sleepyhead, or I'm going to get Tor to come in and jump on you," she said, a naughty gleam in her eye.

"I'm awake!" Ciara replied, dragging herself out of bed. She went through the clothes she'd left behind and headed for the bathroom. Outside her room, Bayn and Freya were cooking eggs, and Tor offered her a mug of coffee.

"For the shower," he said, passing it to her.

"How did you know… Thanks," she replied, taking the mug and hurrying for the bathroom. She always had a coffee while having her morning shower, but how Tor had known was a mystery.

Surely the bond wouldn't share that kind of information with him, would it? Ciara shook herself. She was becoming paranoid. She sipped her coffee. It had milk and half a sugar, just like she liked it. She scowled. It wasn't possible; bonds didn't give coffee orders.

Freya might have remembered,she thought, stripping off and climbing under the steaming spray. Of course, Freya would have told him. She reallywasgetting paranoid.

Fifteen minutes later, she was dressed in her familiar black jeans and felt almost normal again. She tied her hair back in a braid, marveling that there wasn't the slightest twinge of pain remaining in her shoulder. Shifter healing was something else. Maybe being bound to a wolf would have perks after all.

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"Okay, Ciara, where were you attacked?" Freya asked as soon as Ciara made it to the kitchen.

"Come on, can't I eat something first?" she complained.

Bayn held a plate of bacon, eggs, and fried mushrooms out to her. "You can have this if you give me a name."

Ciara let out a pained sigh. "Onsøy."

"That wasn't so hard. Tor, you should've just bribed her with food," Bayn said, shooting Ciara a wink before passing the plate over.

"Don't tell him that," Ciara said, sitting at the counter.

Freya placed a knife and fork down in front of her. "Onsøy is named after Odin."

"So is half of Scandinavia. How is it relevant?" Ciara said and chewed on a bit of bacon.

Tor sat down beside her, his knee brushing against hers. She knew it wasn't intentional, but she felt the touch run up the entire length of her body.

"It's relevant because when I was hunting Varg, the last known sightings were also at places named after Odin," he explained.

Ciara swallowed her bacon. "I thought he was obsessed with Fenris. Why hunt places named after Odin, who was his enemy?"

"Let's ask an expert," Freya said, pulling out her phone. She put it to her ear. Someone answered, and the background music was so loud Ciara could hear it from the other side of the room. Freya shouted something in Norwegian, and the music vanished. Freya put the phone on speaker. "Von? You there?"

"What are you calling me for about at this time of the morning? Please tell me it's a booty call. I'm about to close up the club," Von answered.

"I can hear you, asshole," Bayn replied.

"Good. Is this a booty call? Because Daddy needs his bed and beauty sleep."

Freya rolled her eyes. "It's got to do with Odin."

"What about Odin?" Von demanded, the party boy vanishing from his voice almost instantly.

"If I was obsessed with the Fenris legend, why would I lurk at sites named after Odin?" Tor asked.

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