Cain shook and gritted his teeth, but his arrogance still flowed as he saw her there. He didn't know how they found him so quickly, but that didn't matter now.
What he needed to do was to survive, and it so happened that the emotional woman could be just what he needed.
His eyes darted to the people surrounding him. There was the one-armed man holding that brat back. Ah, now that he thought about it, he did seem familiar…
Beside him was another soldier—he could tell by his stance—and then next to him was a pale young lad with his bow and arrow out, pointing at him.
It was that brat who kept trying to attack him in the forest a few days ago, apparently the nephew of one of his women.
With at least three people wanting him dead, he wondered what he could say to keep his life.
