Ash nodded before he obliged the request.
Tory listened to the inflections in his voice, mesmerized not only by how sexy it was, but by his intelligence. Before she could stop herself, she placed her hand to his jaw to feel the way his muscles worked while he spoke.
Ash paused at the tenderness of her touch and met her gaze.
"Don't stop speaking it," she whispered. "I love to hear your accent."
Little did she know he'd do anything she wanted so long as she touched him like this. He swallowed before he spoke again. "I wish Soteria. I wish I could make love to you like a human man. With no pasts to get in our way and no regrets. I would sell my soul for it."
Tory frowned at the words that seemed to come from his heart. "What did you say?"
"That you are an inquisitive imp."
She snorted. "No you didn't."
"Maybe, but you don't know for sure, now do you?"
She growled at him even though she enjoyed the fact that when he spoke in English, his accent was thick and lilting. "You know when you use that accent of yours, you could get away with murder." She pulled his sunglasses off, then folded them and put them in his pocket. "I like looking at your eyes."
"You're a very strange woman."
Perhaps, but there was something about him that made her feel warm and safe. She brushed the pad of her thumb over his lips. "Why do you hide from the world?"
"I don't hide from anything."
"Yes you do. The clothes you wear . . . they're your armor that you use to keep everyone away. You like to look dangerous and rebellious . . . it's like there's a part of you that thinks, if you give people a cause not to like you, then, when they don't it's okay because you were the one who decided they weren't allowed to like you anyway."
He started to pull away, but she stopped him.
"I would be a friend to you, Ash. A good one, if you'd let me."
Ash looked away as he remembered Artemis offering her friendship to him. "No offense, Tory, people say that with all good intentions. Unfortunately when the test comes, we inevitably fail it."
"Have you ever failed it?"
"Yes, I have." His sister had trusted him to protect her and he'd let Artemis get in the way of that. Nick had been the closest thing to a real friend and he'd cursed him to die.
As a friend, he sucked and he wouldn't wish his friendship on anyone.
"Well I haven't failed," Tory said firmly. "Not once. But the only way for you to know that is to trust me. And since I know you can't give me your trust, I'll forget we had this discussion." She looked back at the book. "What's this word?"
Ash hesitated as he saw his name in Ryssa's handwriting. He started to lie to her, but it caught in his throat. He wanted to trust her. He didn't understand it. But he couldn't help himself. With a deep breath, he did what he hadn't done in centuries. He trusted. "It's Acheron."
Tory looked at him intently. "It's your name?"
"Yes," he said, making sure he kept all emotion out of his voice. "She had two brothers. Acheron and Styxx."
"Named for the rivers of woe and hate? How morbid of their parents."
"More apropos perhaps."
"That would be worse, I think." She turned the page. "It's so weird reading this. She seems like anyone you'd meet today walking down the street. Her main concerns are pleasing her father and she misses her brother. She has the same fears as modern women—being taken seriously. Being listened to." She let out a wistful sigh. "Can you imagine the world she lived in? I wonder what kind of clothes she wore. What kind of bed she slept in . . ."
"I imagine she was a lot like you. Gentle and unassuming. Determined and protective of those she loved. And she probably annoyed both of her brothers from time to time."
His words touched her. "Is that what you see when you look at me?"
"No. I see a homicidal maniac who hates my guts."
She laughed. "Seriously?"
His teasing look sobered. "Yes, Soteria. That is what I see when I look at you."
She laced her fingers with his.
Ash stared at their hands entwined. It was the most incredible sight he'd ever witnessed.
Pam rejoined them. He expected Tory to let go of him and stiffen uncomfortably as everyone else did. She didn't. She kept her hand in his.
"Did you save our skin for the burger?" she asked Pam.
"You're off the hook for the moment. What can I say? Super Pam to the rescue."
Ash put his sunglasses back on as Pam moved to the other side of the bed. She saw their hands and smiled. "I'm glad you two made up."
"Hey, the man saved my life. That ought to be worth a bump or two on my ego."
Pam arched both brows. "Who are you and what have you done to my best friend?"
Tory looked up at Ash. "Dying tends to put a few things into perspective."
She had no idea.
"Have you ever had a near-death experience, Ash?" Pam asked.
"You could say that."
Pam snorted. "What? You get caught sneaking out of the house by your dad, too?"
If the woman only knew. "That one definitely left a lasting impression on me."