CHAPTER SEVEN
RHYS GLANCED UP FROM the book he wasn't reading to check on Finn, who shivered beside him despite being nestled in the warmth of the small bookshop. Before leaving the forge, she'd layered herself in wool pants in a vivid plaid, a long turtleneck that fit snug against her neck to hide her unusual tattoos, and a puffy parka with a hood trimmed in fuchsia faux fur. Mitts covered the tattoos and burn marks on her hands.
Finn rubbed said mitts together then pulled the toque on her head lower. She nodded at the man who'd come into view, now that the crowd, mostly middle-aged women, had thinned. "That's him."
Rhys' lips pressed together as he peered at the man over his glasses. He appeared more rock star than serious purveyor of archaeology, with wavy brown hair tumbling over hi
