Acheron moved to return the box to his backpack.
"Wait," she said, stopping him. "You said the medallion must be placed exactly where the soul was captured."
"Yes."
"How would I find that?"
He gestured to the bow mark on his hip. "The brand will always show you where Artemis was touching us when she captured our souls."
Amanda opened her mouth to speak, but a booming voice silenced her.
"What are you doing here?"
Amanda whirled to find Kyrian behind her.
He looked to Acheron. "Why did you let her in?"
Acheron passed a warning look to her. Say nothing, his voice whispered through her mind. "It suited me to," he said aloud.
Kyrian's face hardened. "I told you not to."
Acheron smiled, his fangs flashing for an instant. "And I listen to you since when?"
Kyrian glared.
Amanda's gaze drifted down Kyrian's body and she noted he was dressed again in his black jeans, shirt, and boots. "You're not going after him tonight, are you?"
"I have no choice."
She looked over her shoulder at his boss. "Acheron..."
Acheron shrugged nonchalantly. "It's his decision."
"He's wounded," she insisted.
"He's a Dark-Hunter. He knows his strength and weaknesses. It's for him to decide."
Frustration welled up inside her and she wanted to kill them both. "You would let him die?"
"This has nothing to do with Acheron," Kyrian said, cutting her off. "As he said, it's for me to judge."
"Yeah, well, your judgment sucks."
"Yeah, well, Tabitha says the same about yours."
She glared at him.
He glared back until she broke eye contact with him. Then he glanced to Acheron. "Watch over her for me."
"Is that an order?" Acheron asked in disbelief.
"Don't be an ass."
He cocked a taunting brow. "I'm an Ash, not an ass."
A tic appeared in Kyrian's jaw. "And I have an appointment to keep. Later." He turned around and stalked out of the room.
Amanda stood frozen in the living room.