"I don't understand you."
He ignored her confusion. "You want his soul."
"Excuse me?" she asked as a nervous tremor went through her.
"I feel you, lady. I hear you. Your mind is a whirlpool of feelings and fears: Can you have him? Does he love you? Could he ever love you? Do you honestly love him? Is there even the tiniest chance that the two of you can find a way to be together? Or are you just fooling yourself?"
She shivered as he laid bare the very thoughts and doubts in her heart. He stopped in front of her and tilted her chin until she looked up at him. She could sense him probing her soul through her eyes, but she could see nothing of his liquid silver gaze. All she saw was herself reflected in the black lenses of his sunglasses.
When he spoke, his voice seemed to be coming from inside her head. "The one question that bothers you most is how to save him without killing your sister in the process."
"How do you know all that?"
He gave an odd half-smile. "My powers are unfathomable to you."
"Then why don't you kill Desiderius before he hurts Kyrian again?"
He dropped his hand from her chin. "I can't."
"Why not?"
"For the same reason Kyrian can't. I have no soul with which to fight him. He would kill me, and given the sins of my past, I shudder to think of the means he would use."
She thought about that for a moment. Desiderius had tried to kill Kyrian the same way Kyrian had died as a mortal, which meant Acheron must have suffered something even worse than crucifixion. Just what had killed this fearsome Dark-Hunter?
And hard on the heels of that thought was another. "How does a Dark-Hunter get his soul back?"
He backed her against the wall like a lion cornering its prey. The very air around him seemed to sizzle with mystical energy and power. "Souls are strange things, lady. They can only be passed by free will. The one who owns it must willingly let it go."
"So I need to summon Artemis since she holds Kyrian's soul?" He laughed evilly at that.
"She would eat you alive, little girl."
His tone set her anger off. He might be Mr. Badass, but she wasn't a child. "Don't patronize me."
"Oh, I'm not patronizing you. I am only warning you. You are incapable of taking on the goddess. She is the wind. The mistress of our destinies and you, little girl, are nothing more than a tiny morsel she would gobble up and spit out for fun."
"Thank you for that vivid imagery," she said, her stomach turning at the thought.
He smirked at that. Then his harsh features softened. "You do want to save him, don't you?"
Again she had the feeling he was eavesdropping on her thoughts. "Of course I do. He means everything to me."
He nodded. "You are pure of heart. This might actually work."
Now that scared her more than anything else he'd said or done. Something in his tone told her his idea was the worst kind of risky. "What might work?"
Acheron moved to a black backpack that rested on the coffin coffee table. He reached inside and pulled out a black carved wooden box. Silver symbols and classical Greek writing covered it. "What you seek is in here."
He opened the box to show her rich black velvet lining that cradled a red medallion. Like Acheron's eyes, it shimmered. But its colors turned from red to yellow to orange. Colors that seemed to lick the center carving that looked like a swirling wind.
"How beautiful," she breathed as she reached to touch it.
Acheron pulled it from her reach. "Touch it and it will burn you like the very fires of hell."
She dropped her hand instantly. "What is it?"
"Kyrian's soul."
Her heart stopped beating when she heard his blasé tone. Swallowing, she stared at the medallion. Could it really be his soul? No, it wasn't possible. "You're lying to me."
"I never lie," Acheron said simply. "I have no need to."
Still, she wasn't ready to believe he had possession of what she wanted more than anything. "What are you doing with it?"
"I was hoping you might help me return it to him so that he could kill Desiderius."
"Return it how?"
Acheron picked the medallion up, cradled it in his palm, and closed the box. "It doesn't burn you?" she asked.
He gave her a sly smile. "I told you, my powers are beyond your imagination."
"Then why don't you return it to Kyrian?"
"Because he doesn't trust me and, unlike you, I have no heart, pure or otherwise." He turned the medallion over as if studying it. "You see, there is only one way for a Dark-Hunter to regain his soul. A pure, loving heart must take the medallion into his or her palm and hold it while the Dark-Hunter is drained of his supernatural powers. Only when the human part of him remains can a Dark-Hunter die a normal death."
"I beg your pardon?"