Just when she was sure he was dead, he drew a deep breath and opened his eyes.
Sunshine let out a joyful cry as she saw his amber eyes. She hugged him close as the door behind them flew open.
The Daimons, the demons, and the two gods spilled into the room. There was no sign of Zarek anywhere. She only hoped they hadn't killed him.
Talon jumped up and put himself between Sunshine and the others.
Ash rose to his feet, ready to fight.
"It's midnight," Dionysus said with a laugh. "Let the show begin."
The demons moved aside and out of their midst appeared Acheron's "twin."
"Hello, Acheron," Styxx said in a tone that was neither kind nor welcoming. "It's been a while, hasn't it? Eleven thousand years or so?"
Talon held his breath. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
He had suspected as much, but now the reality of it came crashing down on him. Ash had had a twin brother all this time.
Why had he hidden it? And how could Styxx still be alive and not be a Dark-Hunter too? It didn't make sense.
Styxx approached Acheron.
"Stand down, Styxx," Ash said sternly. "I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have to. I won't let you release her."
Styxx met Talon's gaze and laughed. "It's like some bad soap opera, isn't it? Good twin, bad twin."
His furious gaze returned to Acheron. "But then, we're not really twins, are we, Acheron? We just happened to have shared the same womb for a while."
Styxx moved to stand behind Ash who tensed noticeably. It wasn't like Ash to allow anyone to do that to him and yet he appeared to be frozen by some unseen force.
Styxx was so close to him that barely a hand separated them.
They didn't touch.
Styxx leaned forward to speak in a low tone near Ash's ear. "Shall we tell him who the good one is, Acheron? Should I tell him which of us lived his life with dignity? Which of us was respected by the Greeks and Atlanteans and who was laughed at?"
Styxx reached his hand around Ash's neck and placed it in the exact spot where Ash's scar often resided.
He pulled Ash back against him so that he could whisper in Ash's ear in a language Talon couldn't understand.
Ash panted as if in the throes of a nightmare.
His eyes were haunted and glazed, his breathing ragged. Still he didn't move to break Styxx's hold.
Talon watched, unsure of what he should do. Surely Ash could handle this. He'd never known of anything Ash couldn't handle.
"That's it, Acheron," Styxx said in English, between clenched teeth. "Remember the past. Remember what you were. I want you to relive it all. Relive every foul thing you ever did. Every tear you made my parents weep for you. Every moment I had to look at you and feel ashamed that you bore my face."
Talon watched as tears filled Ash's eyes and he trembled. He didn't know what secrets Ash hid, but they must be hideous to affect him like this.
Personally, he didn't care what Ash had done in his past. For fifteen hundred years, he had never known Ash to be anything but caring and decent.
Secrets or not, the two of them were friends.
"Let him go," Talon ordered.
Styxx cocked his head, but he refused to release Ash. He tightened his grip on Ash's throat. "Do you remember when Estes died, Acheron? The way my father and I found you? I have never been able to forget it. Every time I have ever thought of you, it's the image I have. You're repulsive. Disgusting."