Kata had to restrain the minotaur, whose anger and grief threatened to spill over into violence. “I’ll break them with my bare hands,” Dexion repeated again and again. In these moments he seemed to grow to twice his size, violent energy threatening to burst through him. At other times, Kata might have been afraid of this explosive passion. It only took one glance for passersby in the street to back away from his fierce mien. How incendiary his emotions are, she thought. Something had shifted in her own feelings as well. Where once she would have felt only despair, now it was mixed with anger, too. Vengeance—that was what she sought. She wasn’t the only one. As they searched for Henri, she had been vaguely aware that news of Thom’s death had led to more marches and more riots. Three days after they found Thom’s body, they decided Henri was gone for good. That night Kata curled up with the minotaur for comfort, wrapped her arms around his massive torso, and listened to his breathing.
