It was the bath mixed with the drugs. "I just bathed."
Pulling back, she scowled at him. "You look strange. Are you ill?"
"No."
"Then come. I'm in the mood to dance."
As if he had a choice? But he wasn't in the mood to be defiant. He was actually learning to avoid beatings and enjoying it.
Artemis took him to her temple. Acheron drew up short as he saw what she'd done to it. There were candles everywhere while the music played very low. A small feast had been laid out.
He frowned at her. "What is this?"
She offered him a tender smile. "It's been a while since we've been together. I wanted it to be special tonight. Do you like it?"
He was too surprised to even think. "You did this for me?"
"Well, I certainly didn't set romantic lighting for my brother or one of my koris." She went to the table and picked up a small box. "And I had Hephaestus make this for you."
Acheron was completely stunned as he stared at the box and what it signified. This was so out of character for her that for a moment he wondered if someone had knocked her in the head. "You have a gift for me?"
"Well, I wanted something to replace the ring. You can't take this back with you, but you can leave it here to use when you visit me."
Curious, he opened the box to find a set of gold vambraces.
Artemis squeezed his forearm. "It's for your wrists whenever we hunt. You never say anything, but I know the bowstring stings your wrist when you shoot. These will protect your skin and they'll make sure the arrow always flies true to its mark."
It was so incredibly thoughtful and reminded him of how easy it'd been to give his heart to her. Why couldn't she always be like this?
"Thank you, Artie."
"Does it make you happy?"
She was almost childlike in her effort to please him. Acheron brushed the hair back from her face so that he could kiss her cheek. "It makes me more than happy."
"Good. You've been so sad lately and I don't like it when you're sad."
Then why did she do the things she did that upset him? He didn't understand it, but she was trying now. He wasn't about to throw the past in her face.
He held his hand out to her. "Shall we dance?"
Smiling, she took his hand and allowed him to twirl her around. Her laughter filled his ears.
Acheron wanted desperately to feel her joy too. But there was nothing in him except a fleeting sense of relief that she wasn't throwing him down and jumping on top of him. Of course he was still buzzed from the remnants of the Morpheus Root he'd taken a couple of hours ago. It was the part where his body was calm and he could function without being horny or sick.
Artemis leaned her head against his chest and sighed while they swayed to the low music.
Gods how he wanted to love her again. But he was so afraid of it. Every time he let his guard down, she hurt him. If she would just acknowledge them as friends to the world. Or allow him to know that he really did mean something to her.
Wanting her friendship back, he swallowed. "Artie?"
"Yes?"
"Would you spend tomorrow with me?"
She smiled happily. "I can come get you in the morning."
"Not here. In Didymos."
She pulled away from him. "I don't know, Acheron. Someone could see us."
It always came down to that. "You can take other forms. You don't have to look like you."
She let out a frustrated sigh. "Why is this important to you? Why not stay here with me?"
Don't say it . . .
But he couldn't help it. The drugs wouldn't let him hold his tongue. "I don't feel human here."
She scowled. "What?"
Acheron stepped away from her in indecision. Part of him didn't want to tell her the truth, but the other was sick of hiding it from her. "Being here makes me feel like a pet dog. It's like living in my uncle's home in Atlantis. I'm not allowed to leave your bedroom unless you're with me. I can't go outside without your permission. It's demeaning."
"Demeaning?" She narrowed her eyes on him. "You are in the temple of a goddess on Olympus. How in the name of Zeus could you be demeaned by that?"
You. Whore. Given her tone, the words were interchangeable. They struck him like a knife through his heart. "Forgive me, akra. It's not my place to make requests of you."
She curled her lip. "Oh, stop with that sniveling tone. I hate it when you do that. Just get out."
He was immediately thrown back into his room. He looked around the plain furnishings and the dark shadows.
"I'm so sick of this."
Desperate for something to change, he grabbed his cloak and headed out of the palace, into the city. He didn't pause until he reached Merus and Eleni's home. The firelight flickered behind the closed shutters and he imagined the two of them inside, laughing and teasing.
Family.
He knew the word, but he didn't really understand it. What it would be like to be welcomed home. To know that out there was one person who would die for him.