Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Thea
I teleport out of that fucking castle and appear in my room.
Picking up a vase from on a table, I throw it, smashing the damn thing against the wall.
The pieces go flying, but even though it should make me feel better, it doesn’t.
So, I kick my nightstand over. I break a lamp.
I tear through my room destroying everything I can pick up.
And then I collapse in the center of the room. Spent far too quickly as a result of the wounds all over my body. But the wounds don’t hurt nearly as much as what I just saw.
What the hell was that?
His name is Van, and apparently, he is Tyr. Some fucking god of heroic glory and justice. And apparently, not only had my sister escaped Viggo, but she had four men who really did love her, just not the way Barret loved me. Their love was…different.
Van had said he loved her. It wasn’t some barbed thing he threw out at her. It wasn’t something he purred into her ear while he hurt her. He’d said it, just staring at her.
And their sex…it was gentle. I thought it’d be some loser version of sex that they referred to as “love making.” I wasn’t sure how my sister would make sex all pink fluffy clouds and PG shit, but I was ready for it.
But it wasn’t fluffy clouds, it was...hot. Not a quick banging, but something more. They’d worked together like they could’ve spent all day fucking.
I hate her.
I hate everything about her.
And I hate her gorgeous men who all wanted some basic bitch. Some boring woman who trusted the whole world because she’d never experienced a single bad thing.
It isn’t until that moment that I realize the sea has gone nuts outside the window. It smashes against our castle, a roar of anger that matches my own. I keep forgetting just how much my emotions can impact it, but I love that they do. I love that when I suffer, other people suffer too.
Suddenly, my door cracks open. My stomach flips, and I fully expect my father to walk in.
Instead, it’s Barret. And it’s strange that I don’t know how I feel when I see him.
Love flows through me, but Izzy’s words haunt me.
Is it the goddess inside of me that loves him, or do I? I loved him before the gods, didn’t I?
He’s dripping wet and naked. No surprise there. Nowadays he spends more time in the ocean in his shifted form than he does on land, but perhaps he felt my anger and came to check on me.
“You’re back,” he says, quietly closing the door.
I nod.
“Does that mean you’ve been successful?”
“Partially, but I’m not done yet. I just…needed a break.”
He glances at my ruined room and closes the space between us. Beneath the light of the moon, he looks powerful and menacing. “What happened?”
“I saw Izzy and one of her men fucking.” The words come out bitter.
“Oh?” A smile twists his lips, and he moves to stand behind me. “And that turned you on?”
“No, I--” I’m cut off as his hand slides up my leg.
He draws down my pants from behind.
“Barret, things are so different between them.”
His hand fists my hair and shoves me so that I’m half bent over the bed. “I can’t imagine it’s very kinky.”
“Not kinky,” I say, breathing hard.
He slams into me from behind, and we fuck hard for a long minute before he comes, sagging over me. His body is wet and cold from the sea.
I stare at the shattered vase on the wall. “I love you.”
“I know you do,” he whispers, then pulls out of me.
As he walks to the door, he stares back at me. “Now go handle our god friends so you can come back to me and get my hard dick every day.”
“Okay,” I say.
He leaves, closing the door silently behind him.
I don’t move, my pants still down, my gaze on the broken vase on the floor. It’s strange. I regret breaking it. The vase had been lovely. Something I’d cherished. Something pretty in a place full of ugliness.
I wonder if I’ll feel this same way when I broke Izzy.