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“Ùna,” I growled.
She winked and disappeared.Meddlesome fae.
Tyr reached for the tunic and I grabbed his hand. “No, you can’t. It’s not done.”
He grinned wickedly and easily overpowered me, snagging the folded clothing. “I don’t believe you.”
I lunged for him, but he easily dodged my grabbing hands, and stood to his full height. Face burning, I desperately jumped for the tunic, but to no avail, as he easily kept it out of reach. I huffed and crossed my arms. The crowd laughed at our antics.
Tyr released the cloth just enough to allow it to unfold itself, revealing a finished blue tunic. Well, wearable at least. It was missing all kinds of details, but it definitely was in better shape than where I’d left it.Ùna, what did you do?
That meddling fae was clearly behind this. She’d always finished projects for me in the past. But how did she manage to do this in such little time?
“It’s not nice to lie, Valkyrie,” Tyr rumbled out while enjoying the feel of the shirt between his fingers. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to keep it for someone else.”
“It wouldn’t fit anyone else, you lumbering bear,” I muttered.
Tyr grinned again. “Good, because I wouldn’t allow you to give something so nice to anyone else.”
My mind and soul pulsed with a familiar memory, the missing pieces to what I’d begun remembering this morning.
Tyr proceeded to do exactly what Diego did, and removed the tunic he currently wore. My face burned hotter than it had all day, as my eyes refused to not watch as his corded muscles flexed and pulled taut as they were put on display.
Need pooled in my core, and the desire to reach out and feel every sexy inch of him was almost too powerful to ignore.The fuck is wrong with me?
I was a woman with needs that hadn’t been sated by someone else in an agonizingly long time, battling past memories and histories that left me craving things I wasn’t sure were my desires or hers, and I had two hot men each asking me to pick them, and doing everything in their power today to really push that button—thatwas what was wrong with me.
Tyr pulled the new shirt over his head, and this one, while the same color as this other one now piled on the ground, fit far better.Has to be Ùna’s doing.No way had I made it this well.
Aya continued her presentation, and as I expected from her, she made a few more jabs at us. “Normally, this would be where we’d demonstrate a marriage, but Astrid would skin me alive if I put her through that. Lucky for her, we couldn’t afford to put on two feasts today, so I wasn’t in a position to risk her wrath.”
The crowd laughed as I glared imaginary daggers at her. Though, at the same time, I wasn’t sure why she’d used this excuse. Putting us through a fake marriage would be something she’d do to me, just for her own amusement, even if it wasn’t necessary for my memories.Unless, because gods are involved, it puts too much risk into making it real.
That was not something I’d thought about. Gods didn’t exactly marry all that often. And I wasn’t sure if a fake marriage for a demonstration would count toward destiny or whatever the Universe counted as the real thing. As much as Aya liked to mess with me, she wouldn’t put me into a marriage, even a spiritual one, unless I enthusiastically consented.
My soul pulsed at the idea, and I squashed that.Jumping a little ahead of itself.I needed to actually be dating someone before I started thinking such things.Or dating multiple someones.I banished that thought immediately as well.
Aya continued her presentation of homelife. Tyr sat down and pulled me onto his lap. His lip brushed my ear, and I suppressed a shiver that ran down my spine caused by his hot breath.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
I swallowed. “Yes.”
It was more than okay. Sitting here with him, his large presence surrounding me, it felt right—just like when I was close with Diego.But, are these sensations mine, or do they belong to past-me?
The day passed quickly. I spent most of my time with Tyr, pretending to be his wife, without stepping over any boundaries. Memories surfaced in my mind throughout, cementing in my brain and forcing me to process them faster than normal, without anyone noticing. They brought with them emotions I struggled to handle.
Tyr whispered a few compliments as I painted a small clay cup, and when I helped him with his, he pressed his lips against my forehead. My heart fluttered and my knees weakened, even with me sitting. I was so pathetic when it came to forehead kisses.
A few times, a sense of foreboding washed over me. I casually scanned the area each time, but never found anything out of place. However, I did spot that man from before, in the crowd talking with someone I couldn’t see. He and I never made eye contact, and I brushed off his presence. He didn’t seem dangerous enough to cause this feeling.
Unfortunately, Tyr noticed my behavior after a while and got me to tell him what was up. He wasn’t willing to dismiss my nerves, which only made me more uneasy, and he discreetly sent Fen and a few others out to scour the area. There were, in fact, shifters here, but none were wolves from what they’d found. Unfortunately, Fen and the Berserkers found it difficult to sniff anyone suspicious out with so many bodies around. Despite their enhanced senses of smell, even they had limits.
I decided it was best just to ensure I was with someone at all times. That would keep me safe, and would make sure I didn’t stop enjoying myself. And enjoy myself, I did.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Tyr
