“You can’t go back.”
“Why not?” Ias asked angrily. “Artemis said that I could have my vengeance on the man who killed me and then I would be alive to serve her. She said nothing about my not being able to go home.”
Acheron tightened his grip on his staff. “Ias, think for a moment. You are no longer human. How do you think your village would act if you returned home with fangs and black eyes? You can’t venture out into daylight. Your allegiance is to all mankind, not just to your family. No one can meet the obligations of both. You can’t ever go back.”
The man’s lips quivered, but he nodded in understanding. “I save the humans while my innocent family is cast out to starve with no one to protect them. So, that was my bargain.”
Acheron looked away as his heart ached for the man and his family.
“Go inside with the others,” Acheron said.
He watched Ias return while he thought over the man’s words. He couldn’t leave it like this. Acheron could function alone, but the others… Closing his eyes, he willed himself back to Artemis. This time when her women opened their mouths to scream, Artemis froze their vocal chords.
“Leave us,” she commanded them.
The women rushed for the door as fast as they could, then slammed it shut behind them.
As soon as they were alone, Artemis smiled at him. “You are back. I didn’t expect to see you so soon.”
“Don’t, Artemis,” he said, curbing her playfulness before she started with it. “I’m basically back to yell at you.”
“For what?”
“How dare you lie to those men to get them into your service.”
“I never lie.”
He arched a brow. Looking instantly uncomfortable, she cleared her throat and leaned back into her throne. “You were different and I didn’t lie. I merely forgot to mention a few things.”
“That is semantics, Artemis, and this isn’t about me. This is about what you’ve done to them. You can’t leave those poor bastards out there like you have.”
“And why not? You’ve survived quite well on your own.”
“I am not the same as they and well you know it. I had nothing in my life worth going back to. No family, no friends.”
“I take exception to that. What was I?”
“A mistake that I’ve been lamenting for the last two thousand years.”
Her face flushed. She came off her throne and descended two stairs to stand before him. “How dare you speak to me that way!”
Acheron whipped his cloak off and tossed it and his staff angrily into a corner. “Kill me for it, Artemis. Go right ahead. Do us both a favor and put me out of my misery.”
She tried to slap him, but he caught her hand in his and stared down into her eyes. Artemis saw the hatred in Acheron’s gaze, the scathing condemnation. Their angry breaths mingled and the air around them snapped furiously as their powers clashed. But it wasn’t his fury she wanted. No, never his fury…
Her gaze drifted over him. Over the perfect sculpted planes of his face, his high cheekbones, his long, aquiline nose. The blackness of his hair. The eerie mercury of his eyes. There had never been a mortal born who could equal his physical perfection. And it wasn’t just his beauty that drew people to him. It wasn’t his beauty that drew her to him.
He possessed a raw, rare kind of masculine charisma. Power. Strength. Charm. Intelligence. Determination. To look at him was to want him. To see him was to ache to touch him.
He had been built to please, and trained to pleasure. Everything about him from the sleek muscles that rippled to the deep, erotic timber in his voice seduced anyone who came into contact with him.
Like a lethal wild animal, he moved with a primal promise of danger and masculine power. With the promise of supreme sexual fulfillment. They were promises he delivered well on. In all eternity, he was the only man who had made her weak. The only man she had ever loved.
He had the power in him to kill her. They both knew it. And she found the fact that he didn’t intriguing and provocative. Seductive and erotic. Swallowing, she remembered him as he had been when they first met. The strength of him. The passion.
Defiantly, he had stood in her temple and laughed when she threatened to kill him. There before her statue, he had dared do what no man before or since had ever dared… She could still taste that kiss.
Unlike other men, he had never feared her. Now, the heat of his hand on her flesh seared her, but then his touch always had. There was nothing more she craved than the taste of his lips. The fire of his passion. And with one mistake, she had lost him.
Artemis wanted to weep with the hopelessness of it all. She’d tried once, long ago, to turn back the hands of time and redo that morning. To win back Acheron’s love and trust. The Fates had punished her severely for the audacity. For the last two thousand years, she had tried everything to bring him back to her side.
Nothing had worked. Nothing had ever come close to making him forgive her or to journey back to her temple. Not until she thought of the one thing he could never say no to— a mortal soul in jeopardy. Acheron would do anything to save the humans.
Her plan to make him responsible for more Dark-Hunters had worked and now he was back. If she could just keep him.
“You want me to release them?” she asked. For him, she would do anything.
“Yes.”
For her, he would do nothing. Not unless she forced him to it.
“What will you do for me, Acheron? You know the rules. A favor requires a favor.”
He released her with an angry curse and stepped back from her. “I’ve learned better than to play this game with you.”
Artemis shrugged with a nonchalance she didn’t feel. At this moment everything she cared about was on the line. If he said no, it would destroy her.
“Fine, they will continue on as Dark-Hunters then. Alone with no one to teach them what they need to know. No one to care what becomes of them.”
He released a long, tired breath. She wanted to comfort him, but knew he would reject her touch. He’d always rejected comfort or solace. He was stronger than anyone had a right to be. When he met her gaze, it sent a raw, sensual shiver over her. “If they are to serve you and the gods, Artemis, they have things they need.”
“Such as?”
“Armor for one. You can’t send them out to fight without weapons. They need money to procure food, clothes, horses and even servants to watch over them in the daylight while they rest.”
“You ask too much for them.”
“I ask only for what they need to survive.”
“You never asked any of that for yourself.” She was hurt now at that fact. He never asked for anything.
“I don’t need food and my powers allow me to procure everything else I need. As for protection, I have Simi. They won’t last alone.”
No one lasts alone, Acheron. No one. Not even you. And especially not me. Artemis lifted her chin, determined to have him by her side no matter the consequences. “And again I say to you, what will you give me for what they need?”
Acheron looked away, his gut tight. He knew what she wanted and the last thing he wanted was to give it to her. “This is for them, not me.”
She shrugged. “Fine then, they can do without since they have nothing to barter with.”
His fury ignited deep at her casual dismissal of their lives and well-being. She hadn’t changed at all.
“Damn you, Artemis.”
She approached him slowly. “I want you, Acheron. I want you back like you were before.”
He inwardly cringed as she cupped his face in her hand. They could never go back as they had been. He’d learned too much about her since then. He had been betrayed one time too many. He would say he was a slow learner, but that wasn’t true. What he’d been was so desperate for someone to care about him that he had ignored the darker side of her nature.
Ignored it until she’d had turned her back on him and left him to die. Some cri
mes were even above his ability to forgive. His thoughts turned from himself, to the innocent men who were living in a cave. Men who knew nothing of their new existence or enemies. He couldn’t leave them there like that.
He had cost enough people their lives, their futures. There was no way he could let them lose their souls and life too.
“All right, Artemis. I will give you what you want, if you give them what they need to survive.”
She beamed.
“But,” he continued, “my terms are this: you are going to pay them every month a wage that will allow them to buy whatever they need or desire. As stated earlier, they will need shield-bearers to care for them personally so that they won’t have to worry about scrounging for food, clothes or arms. I don’t want them to be distracted from their work.”
“Fine, I will find humans who will serve them.”
“Living humans, Artemis. I want them to serve of their own free will. No more Dark-Hunters.”
“Four of you are not enough. We need more to keep the Daimons in check.”
Acheron closed his eyes as he felt the endlessness of this relationship. All too easily he could see into the future and where this was headed. The more Dark-Hunters, the more he would be locked to her. There was no way to keep her from tying him to her forever.
Or was there?
“All right,” he said. “I’ll give on this, if you will agree to provide them a way out of your service.”
“What do you mean?”
“I want you to establish a way for the Dark-Hunters to regain their souls so that they are no longer bound to you if they so choose it.”
Artemis stepped back. This wasn’t something she had foreseen. If she gave him this, then even he would be bound by it. He could leave her. She’d forgotten just how devious Acheron could be. How well he knew the rules of the game and how to manipulate them and her.
He was truly her equal. And yet if she failed to give him this, then he would leave her anyway. She had no choice and well he knew it. However, there were still things that could keep him by her side. One way she knew that would ensure his presence in her life for all eternity.
“Very well. Let us make the rules to govern them, then.” She felt his thoughts drift back toward Ias. He pitied the poor Greek soldier who loved his wife. Pity, mercy and compassion would always be his downfall.
“Number one, is that they must die to reclaim their souls.”
“Why?” he asked.
“A soul can only be released from a body at the moment of death. Likewise, it can only return to a body that is no longer functioning. So long as they ‘live’ as a Dark-Hunter, they can never have their souls again. That’s not my rule, Acheron, that is simply the nature of souls.”
He frowned at that. “How do you kill an immortal Dark-Hunter?”
“Well, we could cut off their heads or expose them to daylight, but since that damages their body beyond repair, it rather defeats the purpose.”
“You’re not funny.”
And neither was he. She didn’t want to release them from her service. Most of all, she didn’t want to release him.
“You have to drain out their Dark-Hunter powers,” she told him. “Make their immortal bodies vulnerable to attack, then stop their hearts from beating. Only then do they die in a manner that will enable them to return to life.”
“Fine, I can do that.”
“Actually, you can’t.”
“What do you mean?”
She fought the urge to smile. Here was where she had him.
“There are a few laws you need to know about souls, Acheron. One is the owner must freely give it up. Since I own their souls…”
Acheron cursed. “I will have to barter with you for every soul.”
She nodded. He looked less than pleased by the knowledge. But he would come around in time. Yes, he would definitely come around…
“What else?” he asked.
Now for her one rule that would bind him to her forever. “Only a true, pure heart can release the soul back into a body. The one who returns the soul must be the one person who loves them above all others. A person they love and trust in return.”
“Why?”
“Because the soul needs something to motivate it to movement, otherwise it stays where it is. I use vengeance to motivate the soul into my possession. Only an equal and as powerful an emotion will motivate the soul back into its body. Since I can choose that emotion, I choose it to be love. The most beautiful and noble of all emotions. The only one worth returning for.”
Acheron stared at the marble floor as her words whispered around him. Love. Trust. Such simple words to say. Such powerful words to feel. He envied those who knew their true meaning. He had never really known either one. Betrayal, pain, degradation, suspicion, hatred. That was his existence. That was all he’d ever been shown.
Part of him wanted to turn about and leave Artemis forever.
“Return my beloved to me. Please, I will do anything to have him home…”Liora’s words rang in his head. He could hear her tears even now. Feel her pain.
Feel the pain of Ias as he thought of his children and wife. His worry over their welfare.
Acheron had never known that kind of unselfish love. Neither before nor after his death.
“Give me Ias’s soul.”
Artemis gave him an arched look. “Are you willing to pay the price I ask for it, and to the terms for their release?”
His heart shrank at her words. He remembered the youth he had been long ago. Everything has a price, boy. Nothing ever comes to anyone for free. His uncle had taught him well the price of survival. Acheron had paid dearly for everything he’d ever had or wanted. Food. Shelter. Clothes. Paid with flesh and blood. Some things never changed.
“Yes,” he said. “I agree. I’ll pay.”
Artemis smiled. “Don’t look so unhappy, Acheron. I promise you, you’ll enjoy it.”
His stomach tightened even more. He’d heard those words before too. It was dusk when Acheron returned to the cave. He wasn’t alone as he walked up the small rise. He led two men and four horses.
“What is all this?” Callabrax asked.
“These are to be the shield-bearers for you and Kyros. They’ve come to show you both to the villas where you will live. They will see to anything you need and I will come by later to finish our training.”
“What of me?” Ias asked.
“You’re coming with me.”
Acheron waited until the other two had mounted their horses and left before he turned back to Ias. “Are you ready to go home?”
Ias looked surprised. “But you said—”
“I was wrong. You can go back.”
“What of my oath to Artemis?”
“It’s been taken care of.” Ias embraced him like a brother. Acheron cringed at the contact, especially since it aggravated the deep welts on his back. The even deeper welts that resided in his soul.
He’d always hated for anyone to touch him. Gently, he pushed Ias away.
“Come, let us see you home.”
Acheron flashed them back to Ias’s small farm where his wife had just sent their two children to bed. Her beautiful face paled as she saw them by her hearth. “Ias?” She blinked. “They told me this morning that you were dead.”
Ias shook his head, his eyes bright. “Nay, my love. I am here. I’ve come home to you.”
Acheron took a deep breath as Ias rushed to her and hugged her close. It went a long way in ebbing the pain of his back.
“There’s still a couple of things, Ias,” Acheron said quietly.
Ias pulled back with a frown.
“Your wife will have to release your soul back into your body.” Liora scowled. “What?”
“I swore myself to serve Artemis,” Ias explained, “but she’s going to let me go so that I can come back to you.”
She looked baffled by his words.
“What must we do?” Ias asked.
“You’l
l have to die again.”
He paled a bit. “Are you sure?”
Acheron nodded, then handed his dagger to Liora. “You’ll have to stab him through the heart.”
She looked horrified and appalled by his suggestion. “What?”
“It’s the only way.”
“It’s murder. I’ll be hanged.”
“No, I swear it.”
“Do it, Liora,” Ias urged. “I want to be with you again.”
Her face skeptical, she took the dagger in her hand and tried to press it into his chest. It didn’t work. All the blade did was prick the skin. Acheron grimaced as he remembered what Artemis had said about Dark-Hunter powers. An average human wouldn’t be able to hurt a Dark-Hunter with a dagger.
But he could. Taking the dagger from Liora, he drove it straight through Ias’s heart. Ias stumbled back, panting.
“Don’t panic,” Acheron said, laying him down on the floor before his hearth. “I’ve got you.”
Acheron reached up and pulled Liora down by his side. He took the stone medallion that contained Ias’s soul from his satchel. “You have to take this into your hand when he dies and release his soul back into his body.”
“How?” she asked.
“Press the stone over his bow and arrow brand mark.”
Acheron waited until the moment right before Ias died. He handed the medallion to Liora.
She screamed as soon as it touched her hand, then dropped it to the floor. “It’s on fire!” she shrieked. Ias gasped as he struggled to live.
“Pick it up,” Acheron ordered Liora.
She blew cool air across her palm as she shook her head no.
“What is wrong with you, woman?” Acheron asked. “He’s going to die if you don’t save him. Pick up his soul.”
“No.”
“No? How can you not? I heard you praying for him to return to you. You said you would give anything for your beloved to return.”
She dropped her hand and eyed him coldly. “Ias is not my beloved. Lycantes is. It was he whom I prayed for and he is dead now. I was told the ghost of Ias murdered him because he killed Ias in battle so that the two of us could be together to raise our children.”
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