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distance, his mood riding piss low. The brackish scent of the sea swirled around him. Moonlight illuminated the cold night, reflecting in a pale line on the calm, dark waters of the Atlantic.
He should have met up with Týr for his training session an hour ago, after he returned from the city but he didn’t care for more of Týr’s snark. Aethan knew the male was bound to say something to set him off.
All he wanted was a place to think. Echo. The female was hell-bent on scaring the shit out of him going after demoniis. And the way things ended between them, left him frustrated. She confused and tempted him beyond the levels he was prepared for. There was fierceness in her, a fire he longed to burn in.
Gods. He dragged a hand down his face. His way of thinking wasn’t good for either of them. She was human and he had to get rid of this obsession riding him.
But easier said than done. He blew out a breath of frustration and tried to calm the war going on inside him.
The air around him displaced as a figure took form next to him.
“So, you hide out here?” Týr drawled, glancing around him. “Nice night to contemplate the mysteries of the universe.”
Aethan grunted. Ignoring the thick-skinned male wasn’t working. He settled for the flat-out aggression. “I want a little solitude—do you mind?”
“Dude, in case you’ve forgotten, our lives are solitude.” Týr’s smirking tone took on an edge as the bleakness of their reality swallowed the tranquil atmosphere.
Like he needed a reminder. Dematerializing back to the castle, Aethan headed for the gym. Frustration and unfulfilled desire raged in him. Yanking open the gray locker, he grabbed his workout clothes, changed, then headed for one of the several, strung-up punching bags.
Several roundhouse kicks and the enormous bag shattered. An avalanche of sand slid to the floor. He moved to the next one. A rapid succession of heavy thuds filled the gym. Just as he’d worked up enough pain, using his bare fists to numb the battle in his heart, the door swung open. Týr strolled in. He shrugged off his black hoodie and tossed it on the treadmill. “Want to explain something to me?”
“Explain what?” Aethan had to force the words out through clenched teeth.
“Why, in the last two days, every time I schedule a training session with you, you’re busy?”
What the hell was wrong with Týr? Did he look the type to open up his heart and bare all? Aethan struck the punching bag, hard. Pain rocked through his bruised knuckles. Not enough. He hit harder and skin ruptured.
He would forget her, put her out of his mind.
Hell, for three thousand years he’d lived alone, two days would not change him—
At the sound of a metallic hiss, Aethan swung around, just as a sword came winging toward him. His heart racing, he reached out and caught the weapon. Images flashed.
Another sword, glowing with white light, winging through the air. Ariana—
Snarling, he attacked, his blade whistling inches past Týr’s carotid.
Týr jumped back. “What the hell is your problem? I thought you’d appreciate fighting me, instead of beating up the damn equipment.”
“Get outta my way.”
“You have issues, man. Serious ones—you know what I speak off. Grounding in the mountains is not cutting it. Call one of the females from the pantheons.” Týr shot him a hard look. “If you won’t see to it, I will.”
“Stay out of my business, Norse.” Aethan tossed the sword aside and ripped into the punching bag once more.
“That’s a real polite request. Sorry I can’t comply. Have you taken a look at yourself recently?”
“I don’t need a fucking keeper or your advice!”
“You’re hearing it anyway.”
“I didn’t know you cared.”
“I don’t.” Anger flowed. The air around them shifted, crackled. “You don’t settle those powers, you’re gonna go nuclear on this place—be responsible for taking a lot more innocent lives. The Dark Ages would be
He should have met up with Týr for his training session an hour ago, after he returned from the city but he didn’t care for more of Týr’s snark. Aethan knew the male was bound to say something to set him off.
All he wanted was a place to think. Echo. The female was hell-bent on scaring the shit out of him going after demoniis. And the way things ended between them, left him frustrated. She confused and tempted him beyond the levels he was prepared for. There was fierceness in her, a fire he longed to burn in.
Gods. He dragged a hand down his face. His way of thinking wasn’t good for either of them. She was human and he had to get rid of this obsession riding him.
But easier said than done. He blew out a breath of frustration and tried to calm the war going on inside him.
The air around him displaced as a figure took form next to him.
“So, you hide out here?” Týr drawled, glancing around him. “Nice night to contemplate the mysteries of the universe.”
Aethan grunted. Ignoring the thick-skinned male wasn’t working. He settled for the flat-out aggression. “I want a little solitude—do you mind?”
“Dude, in case you’ve forgotten, our lives are solitude.” Týr’s smirking tone took on an edge as the bleakness of their reality swallowed the tranquil atmosphere.
Like he needed a reminder. Dematerializing back to the castle, Aethan headed for the gym. Frustration and unfulfilled desire raged in him. Yanking open the gray locker, he grabbed his workout clothes, changed, then headed for one of the several, strung-up punching bags.
Several roundhouse kicks and the enormous bag shattered. An avalanche of sand slid to the floor. He moved to the next one. A rapid succession of heavy thuds filled the gym. Just as he’d worked up enough pain, using his bare fists to numb the battle in his heart, the door swung open. Týr strolled in. He shrugged off his black hoodie and tossed it on the treadmill. “Want to explain something to me?”
“Explain what?” Aethan had to force the words out through clenched teeth.
“Why, in the last two days, every time I schedule a training session with you, you’re busy?”
What the hell was wrong with Týr? Did he look the type to open up his heart and bare all? Aethan struck the punching bag, hard. Pain rocked through his bruised knuckles. Not enough. He hit harder and skin ruptured.
He would forget her, put her out of his mind.
Hell, for three thousand years he’d lived alone, two days would not change him—
At the sound of a metallic hiss, Aethan swung around, just as a sword came winging toward him. His heart racing, he reached out and caught the weapon. Images flashed.
Another sword, glowing with white light, winging through the air. Ariana—
Snarling, he attacked, his blade whistling inches past Týr’s carotid.
Týr jumped back. “What the hell is your problem? I thought you’d appreciate fighting me, instead of beating up the damn equipment.”
“Get outta my way.”
“You have issues, man. Serious ones—you know what I speak off. Grounding in the mountains is not cutting it. Call one of the females from the pantheons.” Týr shot him a hard look. “If you won’t see to it, I will.”
“Stay out of my business, Norse.” Aethan tossed the sword aside and ripped into the punching bag once more.
“That’s a real polite request. Sorry I can’t comply. Have you taken a look at yourself recently?”
“I don’t need a fucking keeper or your advice!”
“You’re hearing it anyway.”
“I didn’t know you cared.”
“I don’t.” Anger flowed. The air around them shifted, crackled. “You don’t settle those powers, you’re gonna go nuclear on this place—be responsible for taking a lot more innocent lives. The Dark Ages would be
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