“Griffin,” Demeter said as she lifted her chin. “The man you named; he was in this room.”
“Where is he now?” I stalked up to her, and even though I was shorter than she, I felt as if I loomed above her.
“He died,” she said simply.
I punched Demeter in the face, and she crumpled to the floor. As I stared at my fist in surprise, the freedmen cheered and started hugging each other. I guess that punch had proved my intentions toward them.
“Watch that bitch,” I said to all of them as I pointed at Demeter.
“Yes, Ma'am,” one of the men said as they all gathered around Demeter.
Demeter had a bloody nose, but she already groaning and getting to her feet. She cringed when she saw the men closing in around her while more of them pouring out into the hall from the opened cells. I ignored her and went to the last door on the right. I opened it warily and peered around the door frame. I knew that Emma had spunk.
Sure enough, she came barreling at me; fists up, with a sheet wrapped around her naked body like a toga. Oh yeah; they were all naked, but the lioness in me wasn't bothered by it, and the men were too happy with their freedom to be concerned with a lack of clothes.
“We come in peace!” I shouted as I grabbed Emma's wrists.
Emma blinked her big, hazel eyes at me and then looked at the men filling the hallway.
“She's telling the truth, Em,” one of the men said. “We're free.”
“We are?” She asked and then crumpled.
“Whoa now.” I caught Emma.
I became stronger when I took Huitzilopochtli's magic, and now it looked as if the lion magic had compounded that. I caught Emma's much larger frame with ease and held her until the man who had spoken earlier came over and took her from me.
“It's all right, sweetheart,” the man whispered to Emma.
Emma nestled in against him and sighed. It was sweet, but something inside me wasn't happy about it. This wasn't right; Emma was meant to be with...
“Fenrir,” I whispered.
Emma flinched when I said the name, and then she lifted her head to stare at me.
“What did you say?” She asked.
“I... I'm sorry; it's been a strange day,” I stuttered.
“No shit,” Demeter snapped.
“That name.” Emma disengaged herself from the man and stepped over to me. “Please; say it again.”
“Fenrir,” I repeated.
Emma's eyes filled with love as she inhaled sharply. “Who is he?”
“He's the Wolf God,” I said in surprise. “Do you know him?”
“Not yet,” she whispered. “But I think that I will. Will you take me to him?”
“I don't know the guy, but uh”—I glanced at Kirill, and he shrugged—“I think we can work something out.”
“Thank you.” She hugged me.
“Emma?” The man was baffled.
“I'm sorry, Clay,” Emma said to him. “I've had these dreams recently and they're all centered around this man named Fenrir. I think I'm meant to be with him.”
