CHAPTER 8

After Amanda fell asleep, her dreams drifted for a time like a bizarre, twisting kaleidoscope coalescing without shape or form. Foreign images, people, and places twirled and tumbled in her mind until her head swam from them.

After a while, they became more focused and she could see them clearly. Unknown people greeted her as she walked past them.

It seemed so incredibly real; like a forgotten memory more than a dream. Even though she’d never seen these people before, she knew them by name. Knew things about them only a friend would know.

She heard the sound of men laughing and celebrating. Felt a strange mixture of joy and sadness as she became aware of a faded red tent filled with soldiers wearing ancient armor.

“You were brilliant,” an older soldier said, clapping her on the back. She recognized him as her second in command. A man she relied on and one who worshiped her. Dimitri had always looked to her for guidance and strength.

He had a fresh, open wound down the left side of his face, but his old gray eyes sparkled. Though his armor was covered in blood, he appeared remarkably unhurt. “It’s a pity Julian wasn’t here to see this victory. He would have been proud of you today, Commander. I can guarantee all of Rome is weeping this night.”

At that moment, she realized the dream wasn’t about her.

She was Kyrian …

Kyrian’s face was smudged with sweat, dirt, and blood, his long, leather-bound hair tousled. He had three long, thin braids that fell from his left temple down to the middle of his chest. The man was simply gorgeous and completely human.

His dark green eyes shimmered from victory and he had the carriage of a man who had no equal. Of a man destined for greatness.

Kyrian raised the goblet of wine in his hand and addressed the men in his tent. “I declare this victory for Julian of Macedon. Wherever he is, I know he’s laughing at Scipio’s defeat.”

A loud cheer roared from the men.

Kyrian took a drink, then looked to the older soldier beside him. “It’s a pity Valerius wasn’t there with Scipio. I was looking forward to facing him, too. But no matter.” He lifted his voice so that all the men gathered inside could hear him. “Tomorrow, we march on Rome herself and we’ll bring that bitch to her knees.”

The men shouted their agreement.

“On the battlefield, with a sword in your hand, you are invincible,” the old man said in an awed tone. “By this time tomorrow, you will be ruler of the known world.”

Kyrian shook his head. “Andriscus will be ruler of Rome tomorrow. Not I.”

The old man looked aghast, then he leaned close to Kyrian’s neck and lowered his tone so that only Kyrian could hear him. “There are those who think he is weak. Those who would support you if you decided—”

“No, Dimitri,” Kyrian said, cutting him off gently. “I appreciate the thought, but I swore to lead his army for Andriscus and that I shall do until the day I die. I will never betray him.”

The look on Dimitri’s face showed his confusion. He wasn’t sure if he should applaud Kyrian’s loyalty or curse it. “You’re the only man I know who would turn down the opportunity to rule the world.”

Kyrian laughed. “Kingdoms and empires don’t bring happiness, Dimitri. Only the love of a good woman and children do that.”

“And conquest,” Dimitri added.

Kyrian smiled even wider. “Tonight, at least, that appears to be true.”

“Commander?”

Kyrian turned toward the voice behind him to see a man cutting a swath through the men in the tent.

The soldier held out a sealed letter. “A courier brought this. It was discovered on a Roman messenger earlier today.”

Taking it from him, Kyrian saw the seal of Valerius the Younger on the outside. Curious, he opened the vellum and read it, and with every word, his panic swelled. His heart beat faster. “My horse!” he shouted, running out of the crowded tent. “Saddle my horse.”

“Commander?”

He turned to his second in command who had followed him outside. A worried frown creased his tired old brow. “Dimitri, you’re in charge until I return. Pull the army back into the hills, away from the Romans until you hear from me. If I’m not back in a week, then lead the men to Punjara and combine forces with Jason.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

A youth came forward with his black stallion. His heart hammering, Kyrian swung himself up into the saddle.

“Where are you off to?” Dimitri asked.

“Valerius is riding to my villa. I’m going to head him off.”

Dimitri grabbed the horse’s bridle, horrified. “You can’t go alone to meet him.”

“I have no time to wait for you. My wife is in danger. I will not hesitate.” Kyrian wheeled his horse about and spurred it through the camp.

Amanda twisted in bed as she felt Kyrian’s rising panic. His need to protect his wife at any cost. The days ran together as he rode furiously, changing horses every time he happened upon a village. He never stopped to rest or eat. He was like a demon possessed, with only one thought on his mind. Theone. Theone. Theone.

He reached his home in the middle of the night. Weary and terrified, he leapt from his horse and pounded on the door for admittance.

An old man pulled open the heavy wooden door. “Your Highness?” he asked in disbelief.

Kyrian pushed past the man, his gaze sweeping his grand foyer looking for signs of hostility. Nothing out of the ordinary met his fearful gaze. Still, he wasn’t comforted. Not yet. He would not be calm until he saw her with his own eyes. “Where’s my wife?”

The old servant looked confused by the question. His mouth opened and closed like a fish. Finally, he spoke. “In her bed, Highness.”

Starving, exhausted, and weak, Kyrian ran down the long, columned corridor toward the back of the house.

“Theone?” he called as he ran, desperate to see her.

A door at the end of the hallway opened. An incredibly beautiful and petite blond woman came to stand in the hallway. She closed the door behind her and swept a chiding glance over Kyrian’s dishevelment.

She was alive and unharmed. And she was the most beautiful vision his adoring eyes had ever beheld.

Her long, golden hair was tousled, her cheeks bright pink. She clutched a very thin white sheet over her nude body. “Kyrian?” she asked sharply.

Relief rushed through him and tears filled his eyes. She was alive! Thank the gods. Blinking the tears away, he swept her up into his arms and held her close. Never had he been more grateful to the Fates for their mercy.

“Kyrian,” she snapped, bristling under his touch. “Put me down. You smell so bad I can barely breathe. Have you any idea how late it is?”

“Aye,” he said through the tight knot in his throat as joy pounded through him. He set her down and cupped her face in his hands. He was so tired he could hardly stand or think, but he wouldn’t sleep. Not until she was safe. “And I must get you away from here. Get dressed.”

She frowned. “Take me where?”

“To Thrace.”

“Thrace?” she asked incredulously. “Are you mad?”

“No. I’ve received word that the Romans are headed this way. I’m taking you to my father for safekeeping. Now hurry!”

She didn’t. Instead, her face darkened dangerously as fury snapped in her gray eyes. “Your father? You’ve not spoken to him in seven years. What makes you think he’d shelter me?”

“My father will forgive me if I ask it.”

“Your father will throw us both out. He made his proclamation quite public. I’ve been embarrassed enough in my lifetime, I don’t need to hear him call me a whore to my face. Besides, I don’t want to leave my villa. I like it here.”

Kyrian disregarded her words. “My father loves me and will do as I ask. You’ll see. Now dress.”

She looked past his shoulder. “Polydus?” she said to the old servant who had been waiting all that time behind Kyrian. “Have a bath prepared for your master and bring him food and wine.”

“Theone—”

She stopped Kyrian’s words by placing a hand on his lips. “Hush, my lord. It’s the middle of the night. You look dreadful and you smell even worse. Let us clean you, feed you, and put you to sleep, and then in the morning, we can discuss what needs be done to see me safe.”

“But the Romans—”

“Did you see any on your way here?”

“Well … no.”

“Then there can’t be any danger at the moment, now can there?”

Too weary to argue, he conceded. “I suppose not.”

“Then come.” She took him by the hand and led him to a small room off the main corridor.

The next thing Amanda saw was a room lit by a small fire and candles. Kyrian was leaning back in a gilded tub while Theone bathed him.

He captured her hand in his and held it to his whiskered cheek. “You’ve no idea how much I’ve missed you. Your touch soothes me like nothing else.”

She smiled a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes and handed him a cup of wine. “I heard you took Thessaly from the Romans.”

“Aye. Valerius was incensed. I can’t wait until I march on Rome. I will have her yet, mark my words.”

Kyrian drained the cup, then set it aside. His body burning, he reached for his wife and pulled her into the tub with him.

“Kyrian!” she gasped.

“Shh,” he breathed against her lips. “I would have a kiss from you.”

She acquiesced, but there was a coldness to her. He could feel it.

“What is wrong, my love?” he asked, pulling back. “You seem so distant tonight. As though your thoughts are somewhere else.”

Her face softened as she straddled his waist and took him into her body. “I am not distant. I am tired.”

He smiled, then groaned as she moved against him. “Forgive me for waking you. I just wanted to know you were safe. I couldn’t live if anything ever happened to you.” He cupped her face in his hands and stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. “I will always love you, Theone. You are the very air I breathe.”

Kissing her lips, he savored her taste.

She seemed to relax some in his arms as she slowly rode him. All the while her gaze watched him as if she were waiting for something …

As soon as he climaxed, Kyrian leaned back in the tub to watch her. He was as weak as a newborn whelp. But he was home, and his wife was his strength. His haven.

No sooner had that thought crossed his mind than a strange buzzing started in his head. A wave of dizziness swept through him.

And in an instant, he knew what she’d done. “Poison?” he gasped.

Theone scrambled off him and left the tub. Hurriedly, she wrapped a towel around herself. “No.”

Kyrian tried to get out of the tub, but another wave of dizziness gripped him. He fell back into the water. He couldn’t breathe as thoughts wandered randomly through his drugged mind.

But foremost in his mind was the very treachery of the woman he loved. A woman he had given the world to.

“Theone, what have you done to me?”

She lifted her chin as she watched him coldly. “I’m doing what you can’t. I’m protecting myself. Rome is the future, Kyrian. Not Andriscus. He will never live to ascend to the Macedonian throne.”

Darkness fell.

Amanda groaned as she felt a severe pain lance through her skull. When the light returned, she found Kyrian lying naked against a cold stone slab that was tilted at a forty-five-degree angle. His arms and legs had been secured with ropes to winches.

He glanced around the medium-sized room to an old table set in one corner, the top of which was covered with all manner of torture instruments. A tall, black-haired man stood looking over the table’s offerings, his back to Kyrian.

Kyrian felt so alone and betrayed. So completely defenseless.

It was a terrifying sensation for someone who had never known vulnerability.

The room was stifling hot from the fire in the hearth. Somehow, Amanda knew it was early summer outside. The windows were open and a gentle Mediterranean breeze blew across the room, carrying the scent of sea, flowers, and olives. Kyrian heard laughter from outside and his stomach knotted.

It was too beautiful a day to die …

The man at the table cocked his head. Suddenly, he turned and pinned a menacing glare on Kyrian. Though the man was incredibly handsome, there was a cold sneer on his face that robbed him of his appeal. The man had the cruel, glittering eyes of a viper. They were soulless, calculating, and completely lacking in compassion.

“Kyrian of Thrace.” He smiled evilly. “At last we meet. Though I’m sure this isn’t quite what you had planned, is it?”

“Valerius,” he snarled as soon as he saw the banner on the wall over the man’s shoulder. He would know that eagle emblem anywhere.

The Roman’s smile widened as he crossed the room. There was no respect on Valerius’s face. Only smug satisfaction.

Without another word, Valerius turned the winch that held the ropes to Kyrian’s limbs. The ropes tightened, pulling at Kyrian’s muscles, tearing ligaments and popping his bones from their joints.

Kyrian clenched his eyes tight and ground his teeth at the agony that whipped through his body.

Tightening the winch even more, Valerius laughed. “Good, you’re strong. I hate to torture little boys who whimper and cry right away. It takes all the fun out of it.”

Kyrian said nothing.

After locking the winch into place to keep Kyrian’s body painfully stretched, Valerius walked over to the table where a number of weapons and tools rested. He hefted a heavy iron mallet in his hands. “Since you are new to my company, allow me to educate you on how Rome deals with her enemies…”

He sauntered back to Kyrian, offering Kyrian a goading smirk. “First, we crush your knees. This way, I know you won’t be tempted to leave my hospitality until I’m ready for you to.”

Valerius brought the mallet down over Kyrian’s left knee, shattering the joint instantly. Unimaginable pain ripped through him. Biting his lip to keep from crying out, Kyrian gripped the ropes binding his hands. He could feel the warm blood from his cut wrists trail down his forearms.

Once he’d shattered Kyrian’s other knee, Valerius picked up a hot iron from the hearth and brought it over to him. “I only have one question. Where is your army?”

Kyrian narrowed his eyes, but said nothing.

Valerius laid the hot iron against his inner thigh.

Amanda lost track of the wounds as Valerius tortured Kyrian. Hour after hour, day after day with resolute vigor.

She’d never known a person could suffer so much and continue to live.

She gasped as water was thrown into Kyrian’s face.

“Don’t think you can pass out to escape me. Nor starve until I will it.”

Valerius grabbed Kyrian’s hair and pulled his head viciously, then poured broth down his throat. Kyrian hissed as the salty liquid stung the cuts on his face, his lips. He choked on the broth, but still Valerius poured it into his mouth.

“Drink, damn you,” Valerius snarled. “Drink!”

Kyrian passed out again, and again the cold water brought him back awake.

Days and nights blended together as time went by while Valerius assaulted him, again and again. Always asking the same question. “Where is your army?”

Kyrian never uttered a single word. Never once cried out. He kept his jaw so tightly locked that Valerius had to pry it open to force-feed him.

“Commander Valerius,” a soldier said as he came into the room while Valerius again turned the winches against Kyrian’s arms and legs. “Forgive my interruption, my lord, but there’s an emissary from Thrace wanting an audience with you.”

Kyrian’s heart stopped beating. For the first time in weeks, a sliver of hope swept through him, overwhelming him with joy.

His father …

Valerius arched a curious brow at his underling. “This should be quite entertaining. By all means, show him in.”

The soldier vanished.

A few minutes later, an older, well-dressed man entered the room with two Roman soldiers trailing him. The man looked so much like Kyrian that for a moment, Amanda thought it was his father.

As soon as the man was close enough to recognize Kyrian’s bloody, misshapen form, he gasped.

His dignity forgotten, his uncle ran to his side. “Kyrian?” he breathed in disbelief, gingerly touching Kyrian’s broken arm. His blue eyes were filled with pain and concern. “Dear Zeus, what have they done to you?”

She felt Kyrian’s tremendous shame and grief at seeing his uncle’s sorrow. She felt the need inside Kyrian to relieve the guilt that swam in Zetes’s eyes and to beg him to ask his father to forgive him.

When Kyrian opened his mouth to speak, all that came out was a hoarse croak. He hurt so badly that his unclenched teeth chattered from the weight of his physical suffering.

Kyrian’s throat was so sore and parched that he choked, but by sheer force of will, he finally spoke through trembling lips. “Uncle.”

“Can it be, he can actually speak?” Valerius asked, joining them. “He’s said nothing in four weeks. Nothing other than this…”

Again he laid a hot brand to Kyrian’s thigh.

Clenching his teeth, Kyrian jerked and hissed.

“Cease!” Zetes cried, pushing Valerius away from his nephew.

He tenderly cupped Kyrian’s bruised face in his hands. Tears fell down Zetes’s cheeks as he tried to clean the blood away from Kyrian’s swollen lips.

He looked up at Valerius. “I have ten wagons of gold and jewels. His father promises even more if you release him. I have been authorized to surrender Thrace to you. And his sister, the Princess Althea, has offered herself to you as a slave. All you have to do is let me take him home.”

No! She heard Kyrian’s inner scream, but the word was lodged in his burning throat.

“Perhaps. I’ll let you take him home … After he’s executed.”

“No!” Zetes said. “He is a prince, and you—”

“He is no prince. Everyone knows he was disowned. His father was quite public with his decree.”

“And he has recanted it,” Zetes insisted. He looked back at Kyrian, his eyes kind and soothing. “He wanted me to tell you he didn’t mean what he said to you. He was foolish and blind when he should have trusted and listened to you. Your father loves you, Kyrian. All he wants is for you to come home where he can welcome you and Theone with open arms. He begs you to forgive him.”

Those last words burned through Kyrian more painfully than Valerius’s iron brands. It wasn’t his father who should apologize. His father wasn’t the one who had been a fool.

It was Kyrian who had been cruel to a man who had never done anything other than love him. The agony of it swept through him anew.

Gods have mercy on them both, for his father had been right all along.

Zetes glanced to Valerius. “He will give you anything for his son’s life. Anything!”

“Anything,” Valerius repeated. “How very tempting, but how stupid would I have to be to release the one man who has come close to defeating us?” He glared at Zetes. “Never.”

Valerius took the dagger from his belt. Roughly, he grabbed the three long, thin commander’s braids at Kyrian’s temple and sawed them off.

“Here,” he said, handing them to Zetes. “Take those to his father and tell him that is all of his son he’ll ever get from me.”

“No!”

“Guards, see to it His Highness is taken away.”

Kyrian watched as his uncle was seized and dragged from the room.

“Kyrian!”

Kyrian struggled against his restraints, but his body was so sore and broken that all he succeeded in doing was hurting himself more.

He wanted to call Zetes back. He wanted to tell him how sorry he was for all he’d said to his parents.

Don’t let me die without their knowing.

“You can’t do this!” Zetes screamed an instant before the doors slammed shut, cutting him off.

Valerius turned to his servant. “Fetch my mistress.”

As soon as the servant was gone, he returned to Kyrian. He sighed as if greatly disappointed. “It appears our time together has ended. If your father is so desperate for your return, then it is only a matter of time before he marches against me. I certainly can’t take a chance on him actually rescuing you, now can I?”

Kyrian closed his eyes and turned his head away from Valerius’s triumphant sneer. In his mind, he saw his father on that last, fateful day as the two of them stood, toe to toe, in the center of the throne room. Julian had dubbed that day the Clash of the Titans. For neither he nor his father had been willing to listen or to yield.

He heard the words he’d said to his father. Words no son should ever utter to a parent.

The agony of it was a hundred times more severe than anything Valerius had dealt him.

While he grieved over his actions, the doors of his torture chamber opened to admit Theone. She walked into the room with her head held high, like a queen holding court. She stopped next to Valerius and gave him a warm, inviting smile.

Kyrian stared at her as the weight of her betrayal coursed through him. Let this be a nightmare.

Dear Zeus, please don’t let this be real. It was more than his broken body and soul could take.

“You know, Kyrian,” Valerius said as he wrapped his arms around Theone and nuzzled her neck. “I will commend you on your choice of wife. She is exceptional in bed, isn’t she?”

It was the cruelest blow yet dealt him.

Theone met Kyrian’s eyes without shame while Valerius circled behind her, cupped her breasts in his hands and kneaded them. There was no love on her face. No remorse. Nothing. She stared at him as if he were a stranger.

It cut him all the way to his battered soul.

“Come, Theone, let us show your husband what he interrupted the night he came home.”

Valerius removed the clip from her himation and let it fall to the floor. He pulled her naked body into his arms and kissed her.

Kyrian’s heart splintered at the sight of Theone removing Valerius’s armor. The sight of her eagerly welcoming his touch.

Unable to bear it, he closed his eyes and turned away. But still he heard them. He heard his wife begging for Valerius to fill her. Heard her moaning in pleasure. And when she climaxed in the arms of his enemy, he felt his heart wither and die.

At last Valerius had broken him.

He let the pain take him then. Let it wash over him until he felt nothing at all. Nothing but utter and complete desolation.

When they were finished, Valerius sauntered over to him. He wiped his wet hand across Kyrian’s face and Kyrian cursed the scent he knew so well.

“Have you any idea how much I love the smell of your wife on my body?”

Kyrian spat in his face.

Enraged, Valerius pulled a dagger from the table and embedded it savagely in Kyrian’s stomach. Kyrian gasped as the cold metal invaded his body. Maliciously, Valerius rotated his wrist and twisted the knife, pushing it in deeper.

“Tell me, Theone,” Valerius said, his eyes never leaving Kyrian’s as he pulled the dagger out and left him weak and panting. “How should I kill your husband? Should I behead him as befitting a prince?”

“No,” she said as she wrapped her himation around her and secured it with the brooch Kyrian had given her on their wedding day. “He is the spirit and backbone of the Macedonian rebels. You can’t afford to make him a martyr. Were I you, I’d crucify him like a common thief. Let him stand as an example to Rome’s enemies to know that there is no honor or glory in assaulting Rome.”

Valerius smiled cruelly, then turned to face her. “I like the way your mind works.” He kissed her lightly on the cheek, then dressed himself.

“Say good-bye to your husband while I make arrangements.” He left them alone.

Kyrian struggled to breathe through his pain as Theone finally approached him. His body trembled from rage and agony. Still, her gaze was blank. Cold.

“Why?” he asked.

“Why?” she repeated. “Why do you think? I was the nameless daughter of a prostitute. I grew up hungry and poor with no choice except to let any man use me as he saw fit.”

“I sheltered you,” he rasped through his split, bloody lips. “Loved you. I kept you safe from anyone who would have hurt you.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I am not about to let you war against Rome while I sit at home in fear of them tearing down my walls to get to you. I don’t want to end up like Julian’s wife, executed in my own bed, or sold into slavery. I’ve come too far to go back to scrounging for scraps, selling my body. I want my security and I will do anything to protect it.”

She couldn’t have hurt him any worse. She had never seen him as anything other than a rich pocket.

No, he couldn’t believe that. He refused to believe it. There had to have been a moment, just one, when she had cared for him. Surely, he couldn’t have been that blind?

“Did you ever love me?”

She shrugged. “If it’s any consolation, you were the best lover I’ve ever known. I will certainly miss you in my bed.”

Kyrian let out an agonized bellow of rage.

“Damn, Theone,” Valerius said as he returned. “I should have let you torture him. I never once got that much pain out of him.”

The soldiers came in with a large cross. They laid it on the floor next to the table, then cut Kyrian down.

His limbs broken, he sank to the floor.

Roughly, they picked him up and dropped him over the wood.

Kyrian continued to watch Theone. Not even pity graced her brow. She merely looked on in morbid fascination.

Again, he saw his parents’ stricken faces when he had left his home the day of the wedding. Heard Zetes’s offer to Valerius.

Kyrian had betrayed them all for her. And now she couldn’t even pretend to be sorry for what she’d done to him. What she had cost his family and his country.

He was Greece’s last hope to stave off Roman tyranny. He was the only thing that stood between their people and slavery.

With one act of treachery, she had laid waste to all their dreams of freedom.

And all because he was a stupid fool …

His father’s final, parting words rang in his ears. She doesn’t love you, Kyrian. No woman will ever be able to love you and you’re a damned fool if you ever believe otherwise!

A soldier placed a metal spike over his wrist and held it there as another drew back a heavy iron hammer.

The Roman guard brought it down on the spike …

Amanda came awake screaming as she felt the nail piercing her arm. Sitting up, she grabbed her wrist to make sure it had just been a dream.

She rubbed her arm, staring at it. She was just as she had always been and yet …

The dream had been real. She knew it.

Driven by a force she didn’t understand, she left her room to find Kyrian. She ran through the dark house, just after dawn, up the mahogany staircase and down a long hallway. She followed her instincts to a set of doors on the west side of the house.

Without hesitating, she threw open the double doors to a bedroom twice the size of her own. A single candle burned next to an old-fashioned, curtained bed, casting shadows against the far wall. The gold and brown curtains were pulled back and fastened to the posts while cream-colored sheers shielded the bed. Even so, she could see her Hunter writhing on the rust-colored sheets as if caught in the midst of the same nightmare she had seen.

Her heart hammering, she ran to the bed.

Kyrian woke up from his nightmare the very instant he felt Amanda’s cool, gentle hand on his chest. He opened his eyes to find her sitting by his side, her gaze dark with horror, her brows knitted as she examined him.

He frowned while her hands roamed all over his chest. It was as if she didn’t really see him at all, as if she were in some kind of strange trance.

He lay in complete silence, stunned by her presence.

She pulled back the silk sheet and touched the scar on his stomach, just to the left of his navel.

“He drove the knife in here,” she whispered, stroking the narrow scar.

Then she grabbed his wrist and tenderly traced the scars there. “They hammered the spikes in here and here.”

Next she went to his hand and rubbed the pad of her thumb over his fingertips. “They pulled your fingernails off.”

She reached up and cupped his stubbled cheek in her palm. Her eyes held a thousand emotions and the sight of those crystal-blue depths stole the breath from him.

No woman had ever given him such a look.

“My poor Hunter,” she whispered. Tears streamed down her face and before he knew what she was doing, she pulled the sheet away from him, baring his entire body to her questing gaze. He hardened instantly, his body throbbing at the sight of her concern for him.

She touched his scarred thigh where Valerius had once placed a hot brand to it.

“Oh God,” she gasped, her fingers brushing his puckered skin. “It was real. They really did that to you…”

She looked up at him, her eyes swimming in tears. “I saw you. I felt you.”

Kyrian frowned even more. Was that possible?

He’d been dreaming of his execution when she woke him. Could their powers have combined to allow him to reach out to her even while he slept?

It was a terrifying thought. If it were true, then it meant they were bonded together on a much higher level than the physical.

It meant …

He didn’t finish that thought. There was no such thing as a soul mate, especially when one of them no longer had a soul. It just wasn’t possible.

As Amanda stared at him, she ached all the way to her heart for the man before her. How had he borne such torture and betrayal?

He had carried it with him through the centuries. Alone. Always alone. Always hurting and wanting, with no relief.

No hope.

“So much pain,” she whispered.

How she wanted Theone’s head for what she’d done to him. But most of all, she wanted to soothe Hunter. Wanted to ease the torment in his heart. Erase the pain of his past.

She wanted to give him something to hope for.

She wanted to give him his dream of children and of a woman who could love him.

God have mercy on her, but she wanted to be that woman.

Before she could stop herself, she leaned down and captured his lips with her own. He moaned at the contact and cupped her face in his hands while he returned her kiss.

Amanda tasted him in a way she’d never tasted any man before. As their tongues danced, she could feel him all the way to her soul. She’d never in her life been bold in bed. But then she’d never wanted a man like this.

With the whole of her.

Tears welled in Amanda’s eyes as she buried her lips against his collarbone, over the scar where Valerius had dragged his ring and left it bloody.

Such strength. Such love. She would give anything to have a man love her the way he had loved his wife.

More to the point, she wanted Hunter to love her. She wanted his heart. She wanted this man who knew what love was, who understood commitment and compassion.

Whether he would admit it or not, he needed her.

No man should walk eternity alone. No one should ever be hurt the way he’d been hurt. Not when his only crime was loving someone more than he had loved himself.

Her breath mixed with his as she climbed up his body and straddled his waist.

Kyrian groaned as he realized she wore nothing beneath his T-shirt. Her thighs were hot and moist as she slid herself against his bare stomach, igniting a fire deep inside him that needed her so much it terrified him.

Push her away.

But he couldn’t. Not tonight. Not after the nightmare that was still fresh in his mind.

Right or wrong, he needed comfort. He wanted to feel loved again. He wanted to know the softness of a woman’s hands on his body. The scent of Amanda on his skin.

Kyrian shook as she reached down and wrapped her hand around him. “Oh gods,” he breathed against her lips. No one had touched him like this in over two thousand years.

His entire body throbbed and ached as she stroked his hot, rigid shaft.

Today, he would have her. There was no way he could push her away now.

His breathing ragged, he trembled from the feel of her fingers gripping him, her palm brushing up, along his shaft, then down to the base where she cupped him gently. Her fingers skimmed the underside of him, making him even harder, hotter, until he thought he would burst from it.

He trailed his hands slowly over her body, savoring every dip and curve. Savoring the feel of her soft skin and the T-shirt against his palms and fingers. He nuzzled her neck and for the first time since his Dark-Hunter incarnation, he felt an overwhelming urge to feed off a human.

The sound of her blood coursing through her veins filled his ears. Her raw energy beckoned him, making the Dark-Hunter in him long to sample her life force.

It was forbidden. No Dark-Hunter was supposed to puncture a human neck. And yet as he stroked the hollow of her throat with his tongue, the deep-seated need burned in him.

He grazed her neck with his fangs and it took every piece of control he had not to taste the blood he could feel rushing under his lips. He felt the chills spread over her body, making the nipple under his hand even tighter.

Pulling back with a growl, he latched onto her mouth and kissed her deeply as he slid his hand under the T-shirt, to the dark triangle between her legs.

He groaned at the feel of those tiny hairs teasing his fingers as he carefully separated them and touched her for the very first time.

She jumped in surprise, then moaned a welcoming murmur as she quickened her fairy strokes on his shaft.

Kyrian couldn’t believe how wet she was already. Gods, how he wanted her. Wanted to taste every inch of her flesh. To drive himself deep into her fiery heat.

But he resisted because he wanted to savor the moment. Wanted to explore her tenderly, slowly.

He wanted this morning to last forever.

“You taste so good,” he whispered as he ripped the T-shirt from neck to hem, pulled it from her, and threw it to the floor. He nibbled a path from her neck to her breasts.

Amanda arched her back as he gently teased her nipple with his tongue and fangs. The feel of those sharp teeth on her skin made her burn like lava.

Once more he dipped his hand back down between their bodies and touched her where she ached most. His fingers swirled around her, teasing and soothing, delving and stroking, making her burn even more for him as he slid them deep inside her and made hot, sweet love to her with his hand.

“I want you, Hunter,” she breathed against his lips. “I’ve never wanted anyone like this.”

He smiled, showing her his fangs as he rolled her over to lie beneath him with an ease of strength that awed her.

Amanda moaned at the feel of his hard, lean body on top of hers. His weight stole her breath and she wrapped her legs around his hips.

He was all sinewy power. It rippled from his body into hers.

Those sleek, honed muscles flexed around her with every graceful move he made. But even more captivating was the restrained power he showed. Like a fierce lion ready to strike.

She wanted more of him. She ached to feel him inside her. Ached to claim him in a way she knew no woman had claimed him in over two thousand years. She wanted this man’s heart.

Even more, she wanted to claim him in a way no woman had ever claimed him before. She wanted to be everything he needed. His breath, his heart, but most of all his missing soul.

She wanted to give that back to him. To release him from his suffering. To free him from his past.

Arching her back, she kissed him deeply before she accidentally confessed her thoughts. Should he ever learn, she had no doubt he would pull away from her.

That was the last thing she wanted. So she summoned her repressed powers for the first time in over a decade and shielded her thoughts to hide her mind and her heart from him just in case he was still able to see inside her.

Today, she would be his comfort.

Kyrian growled at the sensation of Amanda’s body beneath his. It had been so incredibly long since he had allowed himself to trust a woman like this.

Sweat broke out over his body as he left her breasts and nibbled her ribs, her hips, then he moved back up her body.

He wanted her with an inhuman need. Wanted things from her he dared not name. These thoughts of claiming her, of keeping her, should not be on his mind.

And yet they were.

Amanda ran her hand through his hair. She held him close as he nibbled his way from her lips to her throat, then down to her breasts where he took his time tasting her. His tongue circled her hardened nipple, teasing and stroking. He seemed insatiable as he devoured her like a starving man at a banquet.

Then slowly, carefully, he worked his way down her body. His long canine teeth scraped her skin with such tenderness that it amazed her. His hands burned her as he ran them beneath her hips. He slid his tongue down her hipbone, to her thigh.

He spread her legs wider and slowly laved his way up her inner thigh. She held her breath, writhing in anticipation of his touch.

When he hesitated, she looked down to find him staring up at her. The raw, possessive look on his face stole her breath.

His gaze held hers enthralled as he gently, slowly, ran his finger down her cleft, then back up. She shivered in response to his touch. He separated her tender folds, and took her into his mouth, all the while watching her.

Amanda cried out at the fierce ecstasy that ripped through her. No man had done that to her before.

He closed his eyes and moaned in a way that reverberated through her. His tongue slid in and around, making her entire body jerk and quiver with every sensuous lick he delivered.

Running her hand through his tousled curls, she arched her back, opening her legs wider to give him complete access to her.

Kyrian shook at the taste of her. He’d never wanted anything as much as he wanted this woman. There was something about her that drove him wild.

But he could feel his Dark-Hunter powers straining. Feel the animal in him awakening.

These were the powers he used when he fought or tracked. Powers that enabled him to sense his surroundings on a greater level. They made him aware of her heart pounding in her chest. Of the little tremors in her body that responded to his lips and tongue.

He felt the pleasure he was giving her and it made his body throb in time with the blood rushing through her thighs, which cradled his face. He closed his eyes as he fought the urge once again to sink his teeth into her thigh and taste her blood on his tongue.

Amanda clutched him to her as he continued to pleasure her. His fangs gently scraped her, sending a shudder through her. She opened her eyes and saw him intent upon his actions. It was as if he had zenned completely on her and nothing else.

He was sex, she realized. His very being was focused on her and her pleasure with the same intensity she was sure he only used to stalk the Daimons.

And when her release came, it was so fierce, so overwhelming, that she threw her head back and screamed out.

Still, he wasn’t through with her. He growled as she released herself, but his licks never stopped. They became faster, stronger as he continued to feast on her body.

She hissed in pleasure.

It wasn’t until she came twice more that he finally slowed. And even then he waited until the very last tremor had shaken her before he pulled away.

He rose up from between her legs and prowled up her body, slowly, methodically, like some hungry, powerful beast about to prey on its dinner.

His eyes flashed like jet, and his fangs were visible as he breathed raggedly.

“Look at me, Amanda,” he commanded as he ran his hand down to her thigh. “I want to see your eyes when I take you.”

Swallowing, she did as he asked.

He cupped her face in his hand and kissed her deeply, then he took her hand into his and guided it to his swollen shaft.

Without being told, she knew what he wanted. Arching her hips, she led him inside her, slowly, inch by long, full inch until he filled her deeply. She moaned at the sensation of his power inside her. At the hungry, needful look in his eyes.

As she started to pull her hand away, he covered it with his and held it against him.

The hunger in his eyes intensified. “I want you to feel us joined,” he said raggedly.

Amanda swallowed as he slid himself between her fingers and went even deeper inside her. In and out. It was the most erotic, incredible thing she’d ever known.

They moaned simultaneously.

Amanda saw the pleasure on his face as he rocked himself forcefully against her hips. “Oh, Hunter,” she breathed.

He paused and looked down at her. “It’s not the Dark-Hunter inside you right now, Amanda. It’s me, Kyrian.”

Joy exploded through her as she realized what he was offering her. He had let her inside him the same way she had allowed him to enter her.

Reaching up, she cupped his face in her hands. “Kyrian,” she breathed.

He smiled. “You feel even better than I thought you would,” he said as she felt a shiver run over his body.

He dipped his head down and took her lips in a tender kiss as he delivered fierce, fast strokes to her. Hard, long, and deep. They tore through her, spiking pure bliss through her body.

“Oh, Kyrian,” she moaned against his lips as she felt her pleasure building again.

No sooner had his name left her lips than something strange started happening to her. Something shifted inside her and she felt an erotic surge.

“Oh my,” she breathed.

Suddenly, she could feel him feel her.

It was as if they were really one person. She felt him inside her and she could feel herself around him.

Kyrian struggled to breathe as he felt it, too. They stared into each other’s eyes.

Amanda ran her hand down his back. She felt the caress down her own spine. It was the most incredible thing she’d ever experienced.

He quickened his strokes, and she clung to him, both of them out of their minds with volcanic need.

They came together in one fierce moment of sublime pleasure. Kyrian threw his head back and roared as he buried himself deep inside her. Amanda cried out as he shook in her arms.

She held him close as he collapsed on top of her. She cradled him with her body while she floated back to herself.

Then, to her deepest regret, she could feel him receding from her.

“What happened?” he breathed.

“I don’t know, but it was wonderful. Incredible. The absolute best.”

Laughing softly, he lifted his head and she frowned at the sight of his eyes in the dull candlelight. They were no longer black, but a strange hazel-green. “Kyrian?”

He looked around the room, then grimaced. “My powers are gone,” he whispered. And it was then she felt weakness overwhelm him.

He could barely move.

Worse, she felt intense agony invade his skull as he placed the heel of his hand over his right eye and hissed.

“Oh, my God,” she breathed as he lay beside her in complete misery. “What can I do?”

“Call Talon,” he said between clenched teeth. “Dial two and a pound sign on the phone.”

She rolled over to reach the nightstand and pulled the phone to her, then quickly dialed.

Talon answered on the second ring.

By the sound of Talon’s voice, she could tell he’d been fast asleep. “What’s wrong?” he asked calmly after she told him who she was.

“I don’t know. I’ve done something to Kyrian.”

“What do you mean?” he asked in a tone that told her he found it hard to believe she could do anything to his friend.

“I’m not sure. His eyes are a different color and he’s doubled over in pain.”

“What color are his eyes?”

“Green.”

Talon fell silent for several rapid heartbeats before he spoke again. “Let me talk to him.”

She handed the phone to Kyrian.

Kyrian gripped the phone as another wave of pain racked him. He’d never felt anything like this before. It was as if his Dark-Hunter and human halves were at war with one another.

“Talon,” he breathed.

“Hey, buddy,” Talon said. “You okay?”

“Hell, no. What’s going on?”

“Offhand, I’d say you just found the way to drain out your Dark-Hunter powers. Congratulations, bud, you found your out-clause.”

“Yeah, and I feel peachy keen about it, too.”

“Don’t be a smart-ass. The thing to remember is it’s temporary. I think.”

Not comforted by the doubt in Talon’s voice, he asked, “How long?”

“I have no idea. I’ve never had my powers drained.”

Kyrian hissed against another wave of pain.

“Stop fighting it,” Talon snapped. “You’re only making it worse. Just relax.”

“Oh yeah, like you know.”

Talon snorted. “Trust me, there are times to fight and this isn’t one of them. Just go with it.”

“Go with it, my ass. It’s not that easy. It happens to feel like I’m being cleaved in two.”

“I know,” Talon said, his voice thick with sympathy. “What were you doing when you lost your powers?”

Kyrian cleared his throat as he cast a sheepish look to Amanda. “I … um…” He hesitated with the explanation. The last thing he wanted to do was embarrass her.

But then, he didn’t have to.

“Great Diarmuid Ua Duibhne,” Talon roared, “you slept with her and it drained you, didn’t it?”

Kyrian cleared his throat louder, then realized the futility of trying to hide something from a Dark-Hunter who could find out most anything he wanted to. “Nothing happened until the end.”

“Ahhhh, I see,” Talon said, dragging the words out as if something had become clear to him. When next he spoke, he sounded strangely like Dr. Ruth. “You know that moment you have after you come? When you’re completely spent, sated, and helpless? Want to bet that’s what sucked your powers out?”

Still, none of it made any sense to Kyrian. “The rest of you sleep with women all the time without this.”

“Yeah, but every one of us has a different pressure point, you know that. In your mind you must equate that pinnacle moment with what made you a Dark-Hunter. Either that or maybe it was her powers. Maybe they fluxed with yours and sucked them out.”

“That’s insane.”

“About as insane as the headache you have which is making my head hurt for you, by the way. Now hand me back to Amanda.”

Kyrian did. “He wants to talk to you.”

Amanda took the phone.

“Listen,” Talon said, his voice stern and sharp. “We have a serious problem here. Kyrian is down until his powers return.”

“How long?”

“I have no idea. But it’ll probably be a while, and until then, he’s human, and since he hasn’t been human in over two thousand years, he’s weak from it. Vulnerable.”

Panic gripped her as she looked back at Kyrian. He still had one hand over his eyes and she could tell by the tautness of his body how much pain he felt.

“Will he be back to normal by sundown?”

“I hope so. Because if he’s not, the Daimons will have him.”

Her throat constricted as fear gripped her. The last thing she wanted was for him to be hurt because of her. “Can’t you help him?”

“No. It’s against our Code. We hunt alone. I can’t go after Desiderius until Kyrian is dead.”

“What kind of Code is that?” she shrieked.

“The kind that doesn’t usually pierce my eardrum,” Talon hissed. “Damn, girl, with that set of lungs, you have a bright future as an opera soprano.”

“You’re not funny.”

“I know. None of this is. Now listen to me for a second. It’s going to be embarrassing, can you handle it?”

His dire tone gave her pause. What was he going to say to her? “I think so.”

“Good. Now, I think our problem stems from when Kyrian came. It’s imperative that you not let him do that anymore. Because there’s a real good chance it will drain his powers out of him again. You need to stay away from him.”

Amanda’s heart ached at his words. She reached out and touched Kyrian. “Okay,” she breathed.

“All right. It’s a little after seven right now. Do us both a favor and watch over him until Nick gets there.”

“I will.”

Talon said good-bye and she hung up the phone, then returned it to the nightstand.

Kyrian looked up at her and the pain she saw in his greenish eyes tore through her. “I only wanted to make it better. I never meant to hurt you.”

He took her hand in his and held it gently. “I know.”

He pulled her into his arms and held her close, but still she could feel the rigidness of his body.

“You made it better, Amanda,” he breathed in her ear. “Don’t take away what you gave me by feeling guilty.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Just let me hold you for a little while.”

His words tugged at her heart. She lay cradled in his arms and felt his warm breath fall on her throat.

Kyrian buried his face in her hair and breathed the sweet scent of her. He’d never felt as weak as he did just then and yet something about her presence gave him strength.

“You have your out-clause.” Talon’s words rang in his head. Once a Dark-Hunter found something to drain their immortal powers, they could regain their soul. It was something he’d never thought about before. Something he’d never dared dream about.

He could be human again.

Permanently.

But to what purpose? He was what he was. An eternal warrior. He loved his life. Loved the freedom and the power it gave him.

Yet as he lay there with Amanda nestled in his arms, bare skin to bare skin, he began to think of other forgotten things. Things he had banished to the deepest crevices of his heart.

Closing his eyes, he saw her holding Niklos. She would make a good mother.

And as he drifted back to sleep, a part of him knew she’d make a wonderful wife.

*   *   *

Amanda came awake to someone tracing slow, scorching circles around her breasts. She opened her eyes and looked down to see Kyrian’s hand gently kneading her. He had his thigh buried between her legs.

Her heart pounded as he slid his hand down, over her stomach, while he nibbled her neck with his long, pointed teeth.

“Are you going to bite me?” she asked.

His laughter vibrated down the column of her throat. “No, love, I’m going to devour you.”

Rolling onto her back, she looked up and saw his eyes were even greener than before. They were a light, gorgeous, vibrant green. She reached up and ran her finger just below his right eye. “Why did they change color?”

“When I lost my Dark-Hunter powers, my eyes went back to their human color.”

She frowned at him as she vaguely recalled the color from her dream. “This was the color of your eyes before you lost your soul?”

He nodded, then dropped his head and suckled the hollow of her throat.

“Should you be doing this?” she asked as she ran her hand down his spine. “Talon said you needed to rest.”

“I am resting.”

She sucked her breath in sharply as he separated the tender flesh between her legs and stroked her with his long, strong fingers. “You’re not resting, you’re playing.”

His eyes searched hers. “I want to play with you.”

“But won’t this make you weaker?”

“I don’t see how.”

“But what if—”

He stopped her words with a hot, scorching kiss. Amanda’s thoughts scattered.

He nibbled her lips with his teeth and pulled back. His green eyes tugged at her heart. “I can’t feel what’s inside you anymore, Amanda. Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll let you go.”

“I want you, Kyrian.” What an understatement that was.

He smiled at her, then drove himself deep inside her.

Amanda moaned at the strength of him filling her.

Kyrian’s head swam at the warmth of her beneath him. If it were possible, she felt even better to him now than she had the hour before.

He stared at her face and took delight in her passion-drunk eyes. The flush in her cheeks. She was truly beautiful.

A wave of fierce possession tore through him. A feeling so intense that he had all but forgotten it.

He couldn’t fathom where it came from, but it rocked his very being.

And it made a mockery of what he’d once felt for Theone.

He didn’t understand it, and in truth, he didn’t dare investigate it. Knowledge of his feelings could only hurt him more.

Amanda wrapped her legs around his as she savored each of his long, lush strokes inside her. She’d never dreamed love-making could be like this. Never dreamed of such intense pleasure.

And when her release came, she cried out.

Kyrian captured her open lips with his and with three more forceful strokes, he joined her.

His breathing ragged, he stared down at her. “I think I’m addicted to you.”

She smiled a smile that made his heart skip a beat.

“Hey, Kyrian!”

Kyrian barely had time to pull the sheets over them before his bedroom door burst open to show a tall, handsome man in his mid-twenties.

Amanda froze as she met Nick’s hazel-blue, wide-eyed stare. His dark-brown hair was long, and combed back from his face, and when he smiled, he displayed a deep set of dimples. “I’ll be damned, you got laid.”

“Nick,” he growled. “Get out.”

“Yeah, but I have some news on Desiderius that you really want to know. Why don’t you throw some clothes on and meet me in the office in a few minutes?” Unabashed, Nick swept another taunting look over them and sauntered out of the room.

“Remind me later, I really need to kill him.”

Amanda laughed, until she met his gaze. “You look so different with green eyes,” she whispered, placing her hand against his whiskered cheek.

He responded by capturing her lips for another scorching kiss. His tongue taunted and teased hers in a possessive way that made her breathless and weak. “What is it about you that I can’t resist?”

“My charming personality?” she quipped.

Laughing, he kissed her lightly on the nose. Amanda watched him get out of bed. Her gaze feasted on his bare backside as he crossed the room to his bathroom.

She curled up in bed while he took a shower and just remembered the way he’d felt in her arms. His scent clung to her, and she reveled in it. It made her feel as if she belonged to him and yet she knew she never could.

He was a Dark-Hunter and she was an accountant. There had never been two more mismatched people born. Still her heart didn’t listen. There was a part of her that wanted him on a level she’d never known existed.

And somewhere in the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would take to free him of his Dark-Hunter oath.