Hunting Medusa: The Medusa Trilogy, Book 1 Read Online Free

yours.”
    He lifted one brow, studying her ashen cheeks. “I am Kallan Tassos.”
    Her mouth flattened. “Harvester.”
    His own lips tightened. For some reason, hearing the translation of his name coming from her mouth bothered him. “As long as we each know who we are.” He tugged on their joined wrists. “Come.” He towed her along behind him, farther into the house.
    Turning on lights as they went, Kallan dragged her up the stairs until they reached the bathroom. He searched for and finally found her First Aid supplies, then started to clean up his arm. The blood flow had slowed, but when he ran his arm under the hot water, rubbing his wounds gently with the soap, he hissed in a quick breath at the sting. “Vicious,” he whispered, shooting her a sidelong glance.
    She glared at him, trying to keep her cuffed hand out of his way. Out of the water.
    Deliberately, he tugged her wrist along with his under the full force of the water so she sputtered a protest. He hid his smile as he bent to clean his wounds. Neither cut was too deep anymore. Not deep enough to require stitches, anyway. His body was nearly the same as normal human males, but he did have a quick healing ability for most non-fatal wounds. He ignored the stinging in his arm as he shut off the faucet and reached for a towel—a move that dragged her arm across his body, forcing her nearer. “Here,” he said, putting a handful of bandages in her free hand. “Open these.”
    Her glare would have turned him to stone another time.
    “You made the mess—you can help clean it up.” He kept his tone light as he dabbed antiseptic cream onto his arm. Two straight gashes, one only two inches long and nearly as deep, the other about five inches long and shallow. Neat, no ragged edges. The Medusa kept a sharp blade.
    Which he needed to retrieve and put out of her reach. He took a bandage and opened it himself, as she still stood there with the handful of unopened packages. “Thank you,” he said.
    She growled.
    Kallan didn’t bother to hide his grin this time, applying the covering to his wound, and continuing to open more bandages and stick them onto his arm until both cuts were covered.
    Now what?
    He’d planned this down to the smallest detail—cutting the power, disengaging the lock, finding and killing her, searching for the amulet, then making his escape before anyone was the wiser. His discovery of the amulet’s location, however, put a real wrinkle in his plans. A much bigger problem than the Medusa’s defensive attack on him in the kitchen.
    He’d been told all his life he was destined to hunt and kill the Medusa. The notion bothered him somewhat. It always had, knowing his family existed to appease the angry Athena by committing murder. Cutting the amulet from Andrea’s skin while she lived— well, that bothered him quite a bit more.
    He needed to think about this, and he couldn’t concentrate with her attached to him.
    “Time for bed.”
    Her jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”
    Kallan gave her a bland smile. “Time for bed.” He guided her out of the bathroom and steered her into the next doorway, flipping on the light as they went. Her bedroom.
    The bed loomed large in the middle of the space, reminding him uncomfortably of being pressed up against her back in the dark kitchen.
    She balked, then stumbled when he gave her arm a gentle yank. “I am not sleeping with you.”
    “I’m sorry, I don’t recall asking you.” He pushed her toward the bed.
    She tried to dig her feet in, but she didn’t get any traction with her boots on the hardwood and skidded into his side.
    He nudged her onto the edge of the bed. “Boots.”
    She stared up at him, appalled, for a long moment. “You are insane.”
    One of his eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”
    “I’m not sleeping with you.”
    “You really don’t have a choice, Medusa.” He sat down and caught one of her knees, lifting her leg to untie the shoe and push it off.
    She struggled against