The Dark-Hunters (597 page)

It overrode his pleasure and left him salivating.

Tory whimpered as Ash pulled back. At least until she saw his face. The torment there branded itself on her heart. “What’s wrong, Ash?”

Ash wanted to stay with her. He wanted to be inside her again …

No, he wanted to feed. The urge to rip her throat out was fierce.

He was losing control. It slipped and broke free until he was no longer able to remember anything other than the misery of hunger. Every second with her brought him closer to the edge.

Unable to handle it without killing her, he left the human realm.

Tory blinked as she realized she was alone. “Ash?” she called, wondering where he’d gone off to.

*   *   *

Completely naked, Ash threw open the doors to Artemis’s bathing chamber. No longer human in any way, he was the beast he despised. Nothing mattered to him but feeding. Destroying.

Killing.

Acheron was gone. Only Apostolos was here. And the Harbinger Apostolos wanted blood and there was only one person he wanted it from.

Artemis …

Artemis gasped at the intrusion on her bath until she realized it was Acheron. She smiled at his blue skin and black hair. “I told you you’d return to me.”

He flew from the doors to the pool where she bathed. Landing in a crouch on the ledge near her, he reminded her more of a bird than a man.

He grabbed her and pulled her close.

She put her hand on his jaw and pushed him away from her neck before he could sink his fangs into her. “You haven’t earned your food. I’m angry at you and you’re not going to eat until you please me.”

Incapable of language in his destroyer’s form, he hissed at her and tightened his grip.

Artemis blasted him away. He tumbled back to land on his side. In one fluid move, he flipped to his feet and snarled.

He bared his teeth in anger before he launched himself at her.

She teleported out of his way, knowing that if he laid hands, or in the current state, claws, on her, she’d be killed.

He stalked her like prey. She should probably be afraid, but her anger overrode that. Normally neither one of them allowed him to go this long without eating. But he’d betrayed her and honestly she didn’t care right now if he died.

Refusing to give in to him, she ran for her back room.

He tried to cut off her retreat, but she shot through him and entered her safe room. Stupidly, he followed. The moment he was inside, she flashed herself to the door and slammed it shut, leaving him trapped inside.

He threw himself repeatedly against the clear door like an animal gone insane. But honestly, as hard as he struck it, she was amazed he didn’t break through.

“You can’t escape here, Acheron. Your powers are useless in that room and until I let you out, you’re mine.”

He slammed one clawed hand against the door and let out a howl so feral it made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Oh, he would definitely kill her right now if he got free.

Narrowing her gaze, she crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a smug glare. “As I said, I own you. Now sit in there and starve until
I’m
ready to feed you.”

Ash could barely understand those words past the hunger gnawing at him. In this state, he was like the Shades of Dark-Hunters who’d died while Artemis held their souls in thrall. Forever hungry and thirsty. Unreasonable and unable to make himself understood. It was the most wretched of existences.

The door solidified and left him alone in a small, dark room. There was no furniture, no windows …

No light whatsoever.

For an instant, his sanity returned and he felt like a boy in prison again. He twisted around, looking for the rats that used to bite him. Listening for the telltale sound of their scurrying feet.

“Artemis!” he shouted. “Let me out!”

I’m afraid.
Those words caught in his throat.

“Acheron? Are you there?”

He heard Ryssa’s voice in his head.

And then his hunger returned, driving all semblance of humanity away from him. He slashed at the door with his claws. The pain of his hunger was excruciating. Unable to stand it, he slammed himself against the door, again and again, determined to break through it.

*   *   *

Four days went by while Artemis pondered what she should do about Acheron. His incessant slamming against the wall and snarling howls were beginning to wear on her.

But he needed to be taught a lesson. He needed to be punished and until he learned to come to heel, she wasn’t about to let him out.

Not to mention, at this point, she was honestly afraid of him. He’d never gone this long without feeding. And past experience told her that a small gobbet of blood would only whet his appetite for more.

She considered feeding one of her maidens to him, but that would be cruel.

And on the tail end of that thought came another one. “Not a kori…”

No. Something that rhymed with it rather. She smiled at her ingeniousness. She’d sworn to Acheron that Soteria wouldn’t be harmed by her or one of her minions.

But she hadn’t promised to keep Acheron away from her.

He’d told her that Soteria soothed him. Fine, let the bitch soothe him now. Let her feed him.

Preening with satisfaction, Artemis flashed herself to New Orleans where the little slut was teaching a class. Aggravated at having to wait, she stood in the hallway until it was over.

*   *   *

Tory was heartsick as she dismissed her students. She hadn’t seen or heard from Ash in days and the fact that he’d left her in sole possession of his prized backpack made her wonder if something bad hadn’t happened to him.

Putting her books into her own backpack, she pulled it off the table and headed for the door. But before she reached it, a tall gorgeous redhead stepped inside. Dressed in an expensively tailored white suit and Prada shoes, she was stunning.

Tory wanted to rip every strand of hair out of her head.

“Why are you here, Artemis?” she asked coldly.

Artemis curled her lip as if she hated to be around Tory even more than Tory hated being around her.

Nah, it wasn’t possible.

“Acheron needs you, human. He’s hurt and he can’t come.”

Tory scowled. “Why would you come to get me?”

“He wants you. Believe me, there’s no other reason I’d be here.”

Still suspicious, Tory gripped the strap of her backpack. “Are you lying to me?”

Artemis made an ancient Greek gesture of loyalty and truth. “I swear to you, he’s in ultimate suffering and he needs you. Are you really so selfish that you won’t help him?”

She
was selfish? Tory would have laughed if she hadn’t been so worried about him. “Take me to him, then.”

Artemis flashed her out of her classroom and into what appeared to be an ancient Greek temple. The room was surrounded by columns and above her head was an amazing hunt scene stamped into gold. It was exquisite.

“Where am I?”

“Olympus.” Artemis led her into a bathing room that had an ancient-style bathing pond. She didn’t stop until she reached a door on the other side of it. As she lifted her hand, the door lightened to transparency.

Tory gasped as she saw Ash lying naked on the floor. His black hair was matted, his breathing shallow. His skin was marbled blue again and two black horns jutted out from his head. His lean muscles were starkly outlined by the dual blue skin tone. His hands ended in long black claws and when he saw them looking at him, he bared a pair of sharp fangs in their direction.

Pushing himself up, he kept one arm around his stomach as if he were about to be ill. He took one step and collapsed on the floor again in obvious pain. He roared a bellow of frustration and agony.

“He’s disgusting in his god form, isn’t he?”

Tory raked the goddess with a repugnant stare. “He’s never disgusting. What’s wrong with him?”

“He needs to eat. This is what always happens to him if he ever goes too long between feedings.”

“Why haven’t you fed him then?”

A slow, evil smile curved Artemis’s lips. “Sweetie, why do you think you’re here?” She reached out and opened the door.

The next thing Tory knew, Artemis had shoved her inside the room and shut the door, locking her in with Ash. “Bon appetit.”

Tory turned to the door, trying to open it. But it was hopeless. There was no latch or key or anything on this side. All she could do was see Artemis’s gloating face.

Oh, if she ever had three minutes alone with her … It would be a death match worthy of pay-per-view.

With no other choice, Tory approached Ash slowly. Warily. Could he even tell if it was her? By the way he was acting, she didn’t think so. “Baby?”

He looked up at her with blood-red eyes that held no semblance of understanding. They were feral and cold. The eyes of a predator.

With a speed she couldn’t even see with her naked eye, Ash was off the floor. He grabbed her by the throat, threw her down on the ground and sank his fangs deep into her neck.

*   *   *

Ash’s head buzzed and his shoulder ached as he finally slaked some of the hunger that had been tearing at him for days. The blood was so good. So warm and satisfying. He licked and sucked, drinking it in until he was normal again.

But as he returned to himself, his anger mounted that she’d let him go so long without nourishment. Even though he hadn’t been able to speak, he remembered her watching him through the door.

“You’ll eat when you please me…”
She knew what those words did to him and he was tired of her abuse.

“Artemis, you…” His words trailed off as he pulled away from her throat and realized it wasn’t Artemis he was holding.

It was Tory and she was extremely pale from the blood loss.

Horror filled him. Her neck was savagely torn from his teeth, her brown eyes half-hooded as she struggled to breathe.
No!
his soul screamed out. How could he have hurt her?

How could he be so far gone that he hadn’t even realized it was Tory he tasted?

Because Artemis had kept him without food for too long. And then she’d thrown a human in with him, knowing a human couldn’t survive his feeding.

“Oh gods,” he breathed, choking. “Stay with me, baby. I’ll get you help.”

She coughed as she reached up to touch his lips that were covered in her blood from his feeding. He saw the fear in her eyes and the pain that he’d caused her. The guilt was more than he could bear.

“Soteria?” he whispered her name like a prayer. “Akribos?”

She expelled one last breath before her eyes glazed over and her hand fell limply to the ground where it landed palm up.

Unimaginable grief tore through him as he realized he’d just killed her. Throwing his head back, Ash bellowed from the weight of guilt and pain that assaulted him.

He would never have hurt her. Never!

Then he saw Artemis at the door, safely tucked on the other side of it, watching. The satisfaction in her eyes made him want to gouge them out.

He carefully laid Tory down before he charged at the door, determined to get to the bitch who’d taken everything from him. Again. “Why!” he roared.

She narrowed her eyes in pitiless fury. “You know why.” Then the door darkened and left him alone with the body of the only woman he’d ever really loved.

The woman he’d just killed. And in this room where his powers were negated, he couldn’t heal her or bring her back. Tory was dead and he’d killed her. Throwing his head back, he roared with pain.

*   *   *

Tory was wandering through a thick, oppressive fog. She felt lost and disoriented. The last thing she remembered was seeing Ash. Seeing the look of horror and fear on his beautiful face while her neck throbbed in pain.

Now there was no pain. There was nothing. No light. No sound. No smell.

The deprivation was terrifying.

“Ash?” she called, trying to get her bearings.

“He’s not here, little one.”

She turned at the thickly accented, kind voice behind her to find Apollymi standing there in the darkness. “What are you doing here?”

Apollymi held her hand out to her. “I stole your soul the moment you died and brought it to Kalosis, but I can’t keep it unless you allow me to. I wouldn’t allow it if I were you. Souls are too precious to squander and yours in particular has great value to me.”

“I don’t understand.” She put her hand into Apollymi’s and the moment their skin touched, she had total clarity of everything that Apollymi knew about her and Acheron—more than that, she saw the memories of Ash and how he died. Of Artemis turning her back on him and leaving him while he reached out for her to help him.

How could she have done such a thing?

Tears welled up in her eyes and then when she saw her own death and the satisfied look on Artemis’s face as Ash cried out, she wanted blood.

“Artemis killed me?”

Apollymi nodded. “She’s still punishing my son and there’s nothing I can do to stop it … but you, Soteria,
you
can.”

“How?”

“I can send your soul back to your body for a brief moment of time. Once I do, the only way you can return to the living is to drink the blood of Apostolos before your soul flees your body again.”

Tory had a hard time believing that. “What?”

Apollymi patted her hand. The dim light reflected in her crystal tears as those swirling eyes glowed warmly. “I am a goddess of destruction. His father was a god of creation. Inside Apostolos, our powers are joined and he is one of the rare gods who can both create and destroy life. It’s his creative powers that Artemis uses to bring her Dark-Hunters back to life. Without feeding from him, she’d never have that ability. And like Artemis, if you feed from my son, you will share his powers with him. You will have the ability to cure yourself and to return to your life. More than that, you’ll have the powers to protect yourself and I will send my priestesses to serve as your guardians to make sure that no one ever harms you again.”

It all sounded too good to be true. She could return to Ash and the world with the powers of a god … Surely it couldn’t be that simple. “What’s the catch?”