just have been creating enemies – although apparently that was easier than he'd thought. Simply existing seemed to do the trick, if you were as good as he was.
Kat followed without saying a word. At first, Soros was glad that she was accepting her fate, but then it began to pose a problem. The same stubbornness he'd liked about her also meant that she wouldn't be a simple prisoner.
He didn't like calling her that. It reminded Soros of the wretched clan lords who thought of others as their property. The pack that had come after him had chosen their fate, and that was all right. But the man who had given the order wouldn't escape the revenge he had in store for him.
After doing nothing but sullenly walk behind him, Kat's eyes flew wide when she saw the hideout Soros had prepared years before. In the beginning, it had been nothing more than a cave, but over the years, he had forged it into a stronghold. It had basic provisions and a fresh spring nearby, but there was no escaping hunting. Soros figured they would be fine until the following day.
"Did you do all this?" Kat asked as she walked inside and he went to the fire pit in the middle of the cave.
"Yes," he replied, lighting the wood already waiting there.
He had a habit of always leaving the place prepared, in case he was forced to come there in a hurry, with no equipment and no chance to venture out.
As the flames leaped up, warming his hands – it was cold so high up – Kat went on hesitantly, "Don't get me wrong, but why aren't there any machines? This is all medieval. Um, I mean, this is how people used to live centuries, millenniums ago."
Soros nodded.
"I know," he said. "A part of a warrior's training is to learn how to survive without all the things we take for granted. I keep this as a reminder to myself, so I wouldn't forget I need nothing more than myself to survive."
Kat was looking around, peeking out of the doorway. Cold rain had begun to fall outside as it got darker. He could see her shiver, wondering if her armor provided any warmth at all.
"Will they be able to find you here?" she asked.
"Not unless they're very close and looking right at us," Soros replied. "I will close the cave soon enough, when it becomes too dark. They can't see us, but the fire will be like a beacon."
"What do you mean, close the cave?"
He pointed to a huge rock next to the doorway. It amused him to see Kat look at the boulder, then at him, then back again.
"You can't be serious," she said, turning to him. "No man can move that."
"I can. I put it there. It's not a perfect fit, but it's a door."
She looked like she was about to continue arguing, but seeing the look on his face, she left it alone. Soros wondered if he should disarm her. He'd taken the rifle, but she still carried a gun on one hip and a long dagger on the other, perhaps more underneath.
"Do I need to worry about those?" he asked, pointing. "Or are you smart enough to realize they won't do you much good?"
She glared at him and somehow the expression made her even more gorgeous. Soros could feel his cock grow harder, pressing painfully against his armor. She didn't seem to have any problem with igniting his desire, but he was oddly fine with that.
"You can stop your posturing," she said, although her voice shook a little. "I'm not stupid, I know you can take me. You don't need to remind me every two seconds."
Her defiance brought a new smirk to his lips.
"I don't," he replied, sitting down and leaning against the cave wall as the rain started to pour outside. "I say it like it is."
She hid the rolling of her eyes well. Soros grinned even wider. He couldn't remember the last time he’d done that. Spending all his time with warriors who either hated or admired him didn’t allow for much camaraderie. Dolon Hall didn't produce friendships, it was meant to harden the warriors for later life.
Until the rain kept pouring, he kept the cave open. It would have been practically impossible to catch a lone
Kat followed without saying a word. At first, Soros was glad that she was accepting her fate, but then it began to pose a problem. The same stubbornness he'd liked about her also meant that she wouldn't be a simple prisoner.
He didn't like calling her that. It reminded Soros of the wretched clan lords who thought of others as their property. The pack that had come after him had chosen their fate, and that was all right. But the man who had given the order wouldn't escape the revenge he had in store for him.
After doing nothing but sullenly walk behind him, Kat's eyes flew wide when she saw the hideout Soros had prepared years before. In the beginning, it had been nothing more than a cave, but over the years, he had forged it into a stronghold. It had basic provisions and a fresh spring nearby, but there was no escaping hunting. Soros figured they would be fine until the following day.
"Did you do all this?" Kat asked as she walked inside and he went to the fire pit in the middle of the cave.
"Yes," he replied, lighting the wood already waiting there.
He had a habit of always leaving the place prepared, in case he was forced to come there in a hurry, with no equipment and no chance to venture out.
As the flames leaped up, warming his hands – it was cold so high up – Kat went on hesitantly, "Don't get me wrong, but why aren't there any machines? This is all medieval. Um, I mean, this is how people used to live centuries, millenniums ago."
Soros nodded.
"I know," he said. "A part of a warrior's training is to learn how to survive without all the things we take for granted. I keep this as a reminder to myself, so I wouldn't forget I need nothing more than myself to survive."
Kat was looking around, peeking out of the doorway. Cold rain had begun to fall outside as it got darker. He could see her shiver, wondering if her armor provided any warmth at all.
"Will they be able to find you here?" she asked.
"Not unless they're very close and looking right at us," Soros replied. "I will close the cave soon enough, when it becomes too dark. They can't see us, but the fire will be like a beacon."
"What do you mean, close the cave?"
He pointed to a huge rock next to the doorway. It amused him to see Kat look at the boulder, then at him, then back again.
"You can't be serious," she said, turning to him. "No man can move that."
"I can. I put it there. It's not a perfect fit, but it's a door."
She looked like she was about to continue arguing, but seeing the look on his face, she left it alone. Soros wondered if he should disarm her. He'd taken the rifle, but she still carried a gun on one hip and a long dagger on the other, perhaps more underneath.
"Do I need to worry about those?" he asked, pointing. "Or are you smart enough to realize they won't do you much good?"
She glared at him and somehow the expression made her even more gorgeous. Soros could feel his cock grow harder, pressing painfully against his armor. She didn't seem to have any problem with igniting his desire, but he was oddly fine with that.
"You can stop your posturing," she said, although her voice shook a little. "I'm not stupid, I know you can take me. You don't need to remind me every two seconds."
Her defiance brought a new smirk to his lips.
"I don't," he replied, sitting down and leaning against the cave wall as the rain started to pour outside. "I say it like it is."
She hid the rolling of her eyes well. Soros grinned even wider. He couldn't remember the last time he’d done that. Spending all his time with warriors who either hated or admired him didn’t allow for much camaraderie. Dolon Hall didn't produce friendships, it was meant to harden the warriors for later life.
Until the rain kept pouring, he kept the cave open. It would have been practically impossible to catch a lone
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