Redeemer (Night War Saga Book 3) by Leia Stone & S.T. Bende

Author:Leia Stone & S.T. Bende [Stone, Leia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-30T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

“WHAT DID SHE SAY?” Tore pushed himself up from the table so fast, his chair toppled backward. Mack, Bodie and Johann stilled, turning to Tore with wide eyes.

Tiri knew how to heal Ophelia? I didn’t know if she was trying to ingratiate herself, or just screw with us.

Tore appeared to be in camp screw with us, because he whirled on one heel and stormed into the living room. “How dare you?” he bellowed, before pulling the front door from Ryul’s grasp and dragging it open. “Get out of my house. Get out of my sight. Never come near me again!”

The words thundered into the night, thickening the air with the heavy resonance of rage. So much for keeping the evening drama-free.

Greta and I knocked our own chairs to the ground and ran into the living room. Whatever was about to go down, we had Tore’s back. And at that moment, said back was shaking with barely contained fury. I knew Tore wouldn’t hit a woman, but I had zero doubt he’d find some way to set Tiri straight if this turned out to be a ruse.

Run, Tiri. Run as fast as those stupid little legs can carry you.

“I know you’re angry, Tore.” Tiri raised her hands to shoulder level, as if she could deflect the charged emotions with a chest pass. Girl was going to need way bigger hands. “I drove a wedge between you and your father, and I’ll have to answer for that for the rest of my existence. I apologize.”

“Go to Helheim,” Tore ground through gritted teeth.

“I probably will,” Tiri admitted. “But whatever my fate, I need you to have this.” She pulled a folded piece of paper from her cleavage—seriously?—and held it out to Tore.

“Why should I trust anything you give me?” Tore glowered.

“Because your father wanted you to have it. I found it after the funeral today, when I was going through his things.” Tiri’s eyes filled with unshed tears. She looked around our group, but didn’t catch one lick of sympathy. Nor should she. “Vidar kept most of his work papers in his office, but this was tucked into his nightstand. Behind the gold ring he wore when he was married.”

Not smart, Tiri. Admitting she knew what married Vidar wore was an implicit admission to her role in breaking up Tore’s family. My boyfriend’s chest rose and fell with seriously volatile energy, and I stepped forward to place a reassuring hand on his back.

“I think you need to leave,” I advised Vidar’s mistress. “Now.”

“I will. But Tore, please take this paper. It explains how to heal your mother. I didn’t know that Vidar wiped her memory—I thought she’d died, just like everyone else did.”

“Died while Revenge was off screwing you, huh?”

The woman shrank back at Tore’s words. “I’m sorry,” she whispered again. She shoved the paper into Tore’s hands and ran from the porch. We watched in silence as she raced through the front yard, across the field, and disappeared into the Trondheim night.

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