Chapter 57

Troy

“I look like a wet cow,” Quinn lamented and pulled her soggy hair out of her neck.

I laughed and straightened the dress that clung to her wet body. Unlike me, Missus Lowry remembered to pack underwear for her, but the bottles of potions lay untouched in the bottom of the pack. “No you don’t,” I said. To me, she was more beautiful than ever. “But I can braid your hair if it annoys you that much.”

She gave me a sceptical look. “You can braid hair?”

“I'm three-hundred-and-fifty years old…I need to pass the time somehow.”

“So you learned to braid hair?”

I grinned and pulled her closer. “Lycan warriors used to wear their hair long, and before we went into battle we'd braid it.”

“Like the Vikings?”

“Similar, yeah.”

She handed me the brush that we found in the pack, and I quickly set to work, folding her hair around my fingers before I start to weave the strands in the intricate warrior braids I used to wear. It was like riding a bike – once I started, I easily found my rhythm a