He stood back as Ias left first, then directed him away from the others’ hearing.

“You want to see your wife again,” Acheron said quietly.

He looked up, startled. “How do you know that?”

Acheron didn’t answer. Even as a human, he’d hated personal questions as they most often led him into conversations he didn’t want to have. Pricked at memories he wanted to keep buried.

Closing his eyes, Acheron let his mind wander out, through the cosmos until he found the woman who haunted Ias’s mind.

Liora.

She was a beautiful woman, with hair as black as a raven’s wing. Eyes as clear and blue as the open sea.

No wonder Ias missed her.

The woman was currently on her knees, weeping. “Please,” she begged to the gods. “Please return my love to me. Please let my children have their father home.”

Acheron felt sympathy for her at the sight and sound of her fears. No one had told her yet what had happened. She was praying for the welfare of a man who was no longer with her.

It haunted him.

“I understand your sadness,” he said to Ias. “But you can’t let them know you live now in this form. They will fear you if you return home. Try to kill you.”

Ias’s eyes welled with tears and when he spoke, his fangs cut his lips. “Liora has no one else to care for her. She was an orphan and my brother was killed the day before I was. There is no one to provide for my children.”

“You can’t go back.”

“Why not?” Ias asked angrily. “Artemis said that I could have my vengeance on the man who killed me and then I would be alive to serve her. She said nothing about my not being able to go home.”

Acheron tightened his grip on his staff. “Ias, think for a moment. You are no longer human. How do you think your village would act if you returned home with fangs and black eyes? You can’t venture out into daylight. Your allegiance is to all mankind, not just to your family. No one can meet the obligations of both. You can’t ever go back.”