Heart Recaptured (Hades Hangmen, #2)(23)

Ky shrugged off Styx, but Styx pushed him forward.

“What is happening?” Mae asked, concern written all over her face as she stared at Styx. Ky’s eyes met mine, but his face was anything but happy.

I mentally shrugged. At least we both feel the same.

Styx focused on Mae and with his hands began to sign something. I lowered my head, breaking Ky’s gaze, until Mae abruptly got to her feet and signed something back.

Styx’s jaw locked and Mae’s feet marched toward me. “Lilah?” she asked, and I cautiously lifted my head. “Do you want to go with Ky?”

Dipping my eyes again, I replied, “I will do whatever is commanded of me.”

Mae sighed, crouching to kneel before me, and laid her hand on my shoulders. A loud cough sounded from across the room, and Mae turned her head around and Styx signed something again.

Mae dropped her head and slowly stood. “Lilah. Just go with Ky. He will not hurt you.”

I nodded my head and stood. Ky turned, muttering something to himself that I could not make out, and barged past Styx, fleeing down the stairs. I followed behind until we both ended up outside, the morning breeze immediately caressing my skin.

Ky stood with his back to me, and I stayed silent.

“Fucks sake!” he murmured to himself, then turned to face me. “What d’you wanna do?”

Eyes widening, I answered, “I do not know.”

“Fuckin’ perfect!” he said shortly and ran his hands through his messy blond hair. Then taking a thin piece of leather from the pocket of his pants, he began to wrap it around his hair, forming a low ponytail.

Try as I might, I could not pull my gaze from him. With his long blond hair, there was a danger that he might look feminine, but not Ky. He exuded extreme toughness like a shield yet had a kind enough face that you could not help but be drawn to his beauty.

Expressing a long breath, looking pale and tired, Ky dropped his chin and closed his eyes.

Looking around the vast and deserted yard, I asked, “Are you well, Ky? You seem to be battling with your health.”

Ky’s eyes opened and instantly met mine. For a while, he just stared. Then crinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes and a whisper of a smirk pulled on his mouth. “Just hungover as f*ck, sweet cheeks. Don’t normally pull my ass outta bed until at least midday.”

“Midday?” I responded in shock. “Then you miss the best part of the day. Sunrise is the Lord’s most perfect creation, my favorite time of day. One should always wake each morning and listen to the birds.”

A small laugh slipped through Ky’s lips, and he said, “That so?”

“Yes,” I answered in all seriousness.

“Got it. Make an effort to watch the sunrise and listen to the f*ckin’ birds,” he replied, then took a white stick from his pocket and lit it with a small mechanism that offered fire. Ky sucked the white stick, and I watched smoke pour from his nostrils. He then cocked his head my way.

“Let’s go.”

Picking up my feet and following him, I asked, “Where are we to go?”

“We’re going to teach you shit,” he called over his shoulder, and we ended up at the front of the yard, standing before a long row of the motorcycles the men all rode. Mae had explained what they were one time I was watching from the bedroom window. To me, they looked dangerous.

Ky stopped at a large bike, all silver and black. Retrieving a helmet, he pushed it into my hands. I stared at it blankly.

Ky insisted, “Take it. Put it on. We’re gonna ride.”

“Ride?” I said, fear coursing through my body.

“Yeah, ride,” Ky replied, and I began to shake my head. He wanted me to go on that bike. No. It was dangerous. How could I sit on it and maintain my modesty? Would I have to touch him?

“Lilah—”

“Can I request that we do not use this machine, Ky?” I asked, cutting him off.

A shocked yet humored expression flashed across Ky’s face and he raised his blond eyebrow. “Can you request it?”

I nodded apprehensively, trying to judge if this might anger him. But after a second of staring, Ky suddenly began laughing loudly and placed the helmet on the back of the bike. He looked at my face again and that seemed to make him laugh even harder. “Fuckin’ request,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“Why are you laughing at me?” I asked in dismay.

Ky moved around the bike to stand before me and said, “First f*ckin’ lesson, sweet cheeks. Out here in the ‘evil world’”, he mocked, “we don’t wanna do something, ride on something, then we f*ckin’ just say so.”

Frowning, I said, “I did say so.”

“Nah, bitch, you opened those f*ckin’ fat lips and spoke to me like the queen of England. From now on, you just say, ‘I’m not f*ckin’ riding that, Ky.’ Or ‘I’m not f*ckin’ doing that, Ky.’” He jerked his chin and took another drag of his white stick. “Got it?”

Nodding, I lifted my hands and ran my fingers over my lips. Ky’s eyes narrowed as he watched me.

“Fat lips?” I asked in confusion. “I have fat lips?”

Blinding me with a dazzling white smile, Ky licked along his lips and edged closer, too close for comfort. The proximity of his large, muscular body was unnerving, and his smoky breath drifted over my cheeks.