Page 37 of Odin's Treasure
What had she done to me?
It’d barely been twenty-four hours, and she was under my skin deep.
I walked into my room, and Harmony was tucked into my bed under the sheets.
Her gorgeous face was black and blue, but her eyes were open, watching me as I entered.
I slid onto the bed beside her, careful as I pulled her against my chest. “How are you feeling?”
“Sore.” She tried to smile and winced. “But I’ve had worse.”
My eyes closed against the rage that statement ignited inside me.
I’d suspected Reggie had put his hands on her during their marriage, but hearing her confirm it so casually made me want to go back to the barn and beat on him some more.
She took my hand and turned it over, and her eyes went wide when she saw the damage to my knuckles.
“You’re hurt?—”
I gently pulled her back down when she tried to sit up. “I’m fine.”
She was quiet for a long beat before finally asking, “What did you do with Reggie?”
“Reggie is a bad man, Harmony. Worse than you know,” I said gently, watching her face as I spoke.
I didn’t tell her about the things Shine had found, about how deep her ex-husband’s corruption ran. She didn’t need to know that.
“I haven’t done anything to him yet,” I told her honestly, my thumb tracing her uninjured cheek. “But I wanted to kill the son of a bitch the second I saw you on that floor.”
“Did you?” she whispered.
I shook my head. “No. I was afraid you’d never forgive me.”
She was quiet for a long moment, those blue eyes searching my face.
“You’d kill him for me, wouldn’t you?” It wasn’t a question.
I leaned down and pressed my forehead gently to hers so she could see the truth in my eyes when I gave it.
“Yes.”
I held my breath while she stared at me.
Then she nodded.
Just once.
But I saw it in her eyes—she was giving me permission to do what needed to be done.
Letting out the breath I was holding, I placed the softest kiss on her mouth, mindful of the split in her bottom lip, then climbed to my feet and headed for the door.
It was time for Reggie to meet his maker.
***
When I pulled up in front of the barn, Seven was sitting in the same spot as when I’d left an hour ago. I’d given him strict instructions that nobody was to go inside until I got back.
Climbing off my bike, I gave him a nod and pushed inside to the smell of pig shit and the sight of Reggie tied to a chair in the center of the barn.
