at him with her teeth. Flinching, he nearly fell to the floor in fear. That brought a wide grin to Kat’s face. The little rat was definitely afraid of her.
Hopefully that would aid her in the future. She didn’t plan to remain a prisoner. Just long enough to get to Inferno City.
“Hold out your arms,” Sar demanded when he gained his composure.
Kat raised her arms to the sides, knowing that was not what he had in mind when he asked.
The slap across the face came so quickly, she didn’t have a chance to duck. Blood trickled down her cheek to pool at the corner of her mouth from the cut near her left eye. Kat licked it away and grinned. It wouldn’t take much to antagonize Sar and force him to make a mistake. She filed that interesting piece of information for later, too, where she knew she would need it.
“Put them together,” he snarled.
Letting her arms fall back to her sides, Kat then lifted them straight out in front of her. Sar took another step toward her, but he stopped, wide-eyed with a look of outrage on his pinched face.
She guessed he wasn’t expecting the two throwing stars launched from her hands that found their marks perfectly, downing two Dwellers. That was his first mistake.
His second was not seeing the boot coming toward his groin. It served him right for not paying attention. She almost smiled when he went down to his knees, his hands uselessly trying to soothe his pain.
Screams of terror from the cowering villagers echoed around her. But she blocked them out. She had to if she wanted to finish what she started. Nothing would stop these foul creatures from killing the villagers. It was their nature to destroy without thought or feeling. To trust them now would be foolish.
Unsheathing her knife from her thigh strap, Kat moved like the wind toward Sar. Grabbing his hair, she yanked up his head and put the knife to this throat, preparing to slide it in.
But something gave pause to her hand.
Glancing up, she spied Hades in the corner, three Dwellers holding him down and a gun to his head.
“Let Sar go and we won’t blow his head off.” This from the vampyre jamming Hades’ own shotgun into his temple.
Still gripping Sar’s hair, Kat glared down at him. Blood beaded on his neck where her blade pushed in. Oh, how she wanted to jab it in, to see the light from his beady black eyes go out. She could almost taste the kill on her tongue like freshly churned honey. Sweet. Delectable.
Sar’s lips lifted up in a grin. He already knew what she was going to do.
Dropping her knife hand, she pushed Sar away. He stumbled back, falling to his hands and knees. Locking eyes with Hades, she sighed, shaking with bridled fury. She’d been so close to unleashing the beast inside, she hadn’t stopped to think. Hades was strong, stronger than any man she knew, but not strong enough to take out three or more Dwellers.
Chuckling, Sar stood. Blood still trickled down his neck where she’d cut him. She had some small satisfaction in seeing that trail of crimson. But it wouldn’t be enough. By playing her emotions, she had let them win. Emotions completely and utterly tied to Hades. She couldn’t watch him die knowing that she could stop it.
Deep down inside, she knew they wouldn’t keep their word. They were going to kill everyone anyway. But the small fleeting hope that Hades would live, that she could stop his death, stayed her hand at Sar’s throat. If her retreat could mean a few more hours of his life, she’d give it freely.
Sar tossed her a pair of metal handcuffs. “Put them on.”
Kat sheathed her knife and then clasped the shackles around her wrists.
Once she was restrained, Sar began to take her weapons, stripping off her utility belt, knife holsters on each thigh and ankle, and her shotgun. When he was done, Kat felt quite naked and vulnerable. She watched in dejection as the other Dwellers stripped Hades of his weapons, too.
He kept her gaze as he handed over knives, his gun,
Hopefully that would aid her in the future. She didn’t plan to remain a prisoner. Just long enough to get to Inferno City.
“Hold out your arms,” Sar demanded when he gained his composure.
Kat raised her arms to the sides, knowing that was not what he had in mind when he asked.
The slap across the face came so quickly, she didn’t have a chance to duck. Blood trickled down her cheek to pool at the corner of her mouth from the cut near her left eye. Kat licked it away and grinned. It wouldn’t take much to antagonize Sar and force him to make a mistake. She filed that interesting piece of information for later, too, where she knew she would need it.
“Put them together,” he snarled.
Letting her arms fall back to her sides, Kat then lifted them straight out in front of her. Sar took another step toward her, but he stopped, wide-eyed with a look of outrage on his pinched face.
She guessed he wasn’t expecting the two throwing stars launched from her hands that found their marks perfectly, downing two Dwellers. That was his first mistake.
His second was not seeing the boot coming toward his groin. It served him right for not paying attention. She almost smiled when he went down to his knees, his hands uselessly trying to soothe his pain.
Screams of terror from the cowering villagers echoed around her. But she blocked them out. She had to if she wanted to finish what she started. Nothing would stop these foul creatures from killing the villagers. It was their nature to destroy without thought or feeling. To trust them now would be foolish.
Unsheathing her knife from her thigh strap, Kat moved like the wind toward Sar. Grabbing his hair, she yanked up his head and put the knife to this throat, preparing to slide it in.
But something gave pause to her hand.
Glancing up, she spied Hades in the corner, three Dwellers holding him down and a gun to his head.
“Let Sar go and we won’t blow his head off.” This from the vampyre jamming Hades’ own shotgun into his temple.
Still gripping Sar’s hair, Kat glared down at him. Blood beaded on his neck where her blade pushed in. Oh, how she wanted to jab it in, to see the light from his beady black eyes go out. She could almost taste the kill on her tongue like freshly churned honey. Sweet. Delectable.
Sar’s lips lifted up in a grin. He already knew what she was going to do.
Dropping her knife hand, she pushed Sar away. He stumbled back, falling to his hands and knees. Locking eyes with Hades, she sighed, shaking with bridled fury. She’d been so close to unleashing the beast inside, she hadn’t stopped to think. Hades was strong, stronger than any man she knew, but not strong enough to take out three or more Dwellers.
Chuckling, Sar stood. Blood still trickled down his neck where she’d cut him. She had some small satisfaction in seeing that trail of crimson. But it wouldn’t be enough. By playing her emotions, she had let them win. Emotions completely and utterly tied to Hades. She couldn’t watch him die knowing that she could stop it.
Deep down inside, she knew they wouldn’t keep their word. They were going to kill everyone anyway. But the small fleeting hope that Hades would live, that she could stop his death, stayed her hand at Sar’s throat. If her retreat could mean a few more hours of his life, she’d give it freely.
Sar tossed her a pair of metal handcuffs. “Put them on.”
Kat sheathed her knife and then clasped the shackles around her wrists.
Once she was restrained, Sar began to take her weapons, stripping off her utility belt, knife holsters on each thigh and ankle, and her shotgun. When he was done, Kat felt quite naked and vulnerable. She watched in dejection as the other Dwellers stripped Hades of his weapons, too.
He kept her gaze as he handed over knives, his gun,
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