floor. She cocked it and chambered a round.
When she came out, Hades was fully dressed and prepared, looking sexy and dangerous. He cocked his shotgun with one hand and grinned like a kid at Christmas. “Just like old times, hey, Kat?”
3
W hen they arrived at the town square, it seemed the entire village population was milling about, excited whispers passing from one ear to the next. As Hades and Kat entered, their black leather jackets flapping in the cold, brisk wind, the square fell into an eerie silence. All eyes watched as the crowd moved for them and made a straight path toward three men with guns huddled in a corner by the village pub and the metalsmith.
While she followed Hades through the winding path the villagers were making, Kat could hear the hushed whispers as if they were spoken plainly. The people were scared but curious. By the looks and the silent nods when Hades passed, they were a little of both about him.
She imagined it hadn’t taken him long to gain respect and fear when he first appeared in the village. A man didn’t walk around looking as he did without gaining a little of both. And by the appraising looks from some of the women, he also managed to invoke desire. That didn’t surprise Kat either. Her own insides still throbbed deliciously with the memory of him buried between her legs.
As they neared the three men, who were obviously the law in the village, the eldest of the three turned and nodded to Hades. “Found him lurking in the shadows between the pub and market.
Scared a few of the young ones, and then he ran.” Turning, he patted another man on the shoulder. “David chased him over here.”
A familiar scent lingered in the air. Kat knew that smell well. Salt and seawater.
She brushed past Hades and pushed between the men. One of them, David, grabbed her arm.
“Don’t be foolish, woman.”
Kat turned her fiery gaze on him. She saw him flinch and blink back surprise. “I suggest you let me go.”
David glanced at Hades, who nodded. “Do it. You’ll live longer.”
The man snatched back his hand and took a distancing step away. Kat sneered and rushed to the cloaked form huddled near the ground, shivering.
“Kat…” Hades warned.
“I know what I’m doing,” she snarled. Reaching out to the form, she touched the hood on the cloak and pushed it back.
Leucothea stared up at Kat with tears streaming from her big brown eyes.
“I’m sorry.” The girl sobbed into Kat’s shoulder.
Sighing, Kat gathered Leucothea in her arms and stroked her hand over the dark growth on the girl’s nearly bald head. “What in hell are you doing here?”
The lawman turned to Hades. “You know this girl?”
Nodding, Hades flicked the safety on his shotgun. “Yeah, marshal, I do.”
The marshal shook his head and rubbed a finger over his mustache. “All right.” Sighing, he motioned to the mumbling crowd. “Show’s over, everyone. Go back home or to wherever you were going.”
As the crowd dispersed, Kat pulled Leucothea to her feet and wrapped an arm around her. She was still shaking, and Kat could hear her teeth clacking together. Mary stepped up next to them, took off her extra wool cloak, and wrapped it around Leucothea.
“The poor girl is freezing,” Mary commented as she took up a position on the other side of Leucothea. Kat didn’t want the woman here, but she appreciated the kind gesture of the extra warmth for the young Neried. The girl was like a fish out of water, literally. Kat didn’t know how she had managed to stay alive as long as she did in the dropping temperatures of the north.
They followed Hades back to his house.
“Are you going to answer me, Thea?” Kat questioned.
“I followed you,” Leucothea answered, her words stuttering from the shivers wracking her frail body.
“Yeah, I got that part. Why?”
“Because I thought I could help you.”
With a shake of her head, Kat squeezed Leucothea closer to her as they walked to Hades’