CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It wasn't Ash who brought Tory's clothes to her later. He sent them up via Aimee which was a bit disappointing, but if he wanted to be a coward after locking her in, so be it. Besides, she liked Aimee who had a biting sense of humor and a very keen wit.
It also gave her time to plot revenge on the tall Goth who irritated her to distraction.
With nothing better to do, Tory took a shower in the small bathroom, careful not to get her sutures wet. She was extremely bored with her bed rest. She didn't understand how she could feel so good given what had happened to her. Honestly, she was only a little sore from the almost fatal wreck.
It was so strange.
Not wanting to be alone where thoughts of Dimitri and worry for her team made her ache, she left the room and headed into the bar area, seeking distraction. As she came out, Justina and Katherine got up from a small round table where they'd been sitting—Justina facing Tory's door and Katherine scanning the bar around them.
She didn't know where the other priestesses were, but the fact that those two were still here made her arch an eyebrow.
"What are you doing?" she asked them, curious about their nervous twitching.
Katherine looked away sheepishly. "We were watching you to make sure no one disturbed you."
Well at least the man hadn't made them keep her locked in the room. She should be grateful for some small liberty. "Ash's orders?"
Justina smiled. "I finally found someone even bossier than you. Who knew? Not to mention he's a lot more fierce."
Ha, ha, Tory thought sarcastically. She didn't really find that particularly funny—most likely because she was on the receiving end of his bossiness. "So where is he?"
Probably out chasing the redhead or some other woman.
Katherine pointed over the banister down to the stage area. Tory looked below, then gaped as she saw the one man at the back of the stage who didn't have a spotlight on him. There was no mistaking the giant dressed only in black as he played a black guitar emblazoned with red flames.
Justina joined her at the banister. "The band's guitarist jammed two fingers right before they were supposed to play so they begged Ash to cover for him."
Tory was absolutely stunned as she watched his long fingers fly over the neck into perfect chords. "Get out."
Justina grinned. "Yeah, I know, he's impressive isn't he?"
No, he careened past impressive and went straight into the realm of guitar god. Because she played herself, she could easily appreciate the talent it took to make what he did look and sound so effortless. He didn't make a single mistake.
And when he broke into a screaming solo that rivaled Hendrix, Rhodes or Van Halen, the crowd went wild.
Before Tory even realized what she was doing, she was heading down the stairs to watch him play at closer range.
Ash didn't normally look at the crowd what few times he'd filled in with the Howlers—which was only during practice sessions or when the bar was closed to anything not preternatural, but for some reason he felt an uncharacteristic compulsion to do so now. He immediately saw Tory in front with Justina and Katherine behind her.
Time seemed suspended as he met those beautiful brown eyes that always seemed to see through him, straight into his soul. As he stared at her, he forgot everything else, especially when he finally heard her thoughts above those of the people around him.
Why do you live in the shadows away from everyone else? You should be out front and shining with that talent. I've never heard a better guitarist. How do you do that? Were you born with a guitar in your hands?
She looked at him in awe. You are so beautiful, Acheron. All of you. Why do you hide from the world and from me in particular? I would never hurt you . . .
The sincerity of those words reached out to him in a way nothing had before. But more than that were the other glimpses he finally had into her. Some of them he would never have guessed. Her soul was beautiful. Her heart unbelievably kind. He was used to dealing with those who, like him, were jaded. Those who expected only the worst from other people and the world.
But not her. She saw even the evil around her with a childlike hope.
Gods, how he wanted to touch that purity. To feel the magical way she saw the best in people, even when they didn't deserve it. Most of all, he wanted to see himself the way she did. To be the person she thought he was, instead of the animal he knew himself to be.
Just for one minute.
This had to be the greatest gift anyone had ever given him and she hadn't even realized she'd done it. It was just who and what she was. That was what made it perfect.