“Fucking Hermes.” Ares throws back the sheet, revealing his perfect, naked form. I barely have time to appreciate it before he rises and pulls on his jeans. I also forgot that I’m mad at him. “He’s a pain in my ass.”
“What happened last night?” I’m afraid to ask, but I’m still concerned for my safety, so I’d rather be prepared and know whether his twin is going to try to kill me again.
“I stitched him up; he took it like a man. Until he passed out like a little bitch on the kitchen table.”
“And I’m guessing he just woke up?”
“Rosa would have pushed him off.”
“Who’s Rosa?” I say sharply, because I don’t like the idea of yet another woman in Ares’ life whom I know nothing about.
“Oh, Pet, I never get tired of that jealous streak.” His smile is smug, and far too damn pretty. “Rosa is our housekeeper.”
“Oh. I didn’t—”
“Know?” The grin deepens.Bastard. “Have you always been this jealous, or do I just bring out the best in you?”
“I wouldn’t know.” I glance down at the sheets. “I don’t remember.”
When I glance up again, a crease has formed between his brows. “Still nothing?”
“Bits and pieces have come back. Songs, some of my ability to dance, the night you took me.” I glare at him, but he just raises a brow and gives me that self-assured smug grin that I hate so much. “I don’t remember my childhood, or my father, or my best friend, and I don’t have a single memory of Parker, my ex-fiancé.”
“I know who he is, Pet.”
I snap my gaze to his. “You knew I was engaged?”
“Of course.”
Anger ignites in my belly like a flare. “Before or after you took me?”
“Before. I knew everything there was to know about you when I stole you. I’d studied you for six whole months.”
“You stalked me?” I ask through my teeth.
“Why do I get the feeling you have more of a problem with that than the fact that I kidnapped you?”
“And tortured. You forgot tortured.”
“Well, we can’t forget that, now can we?” He trails warm fingertips over my collarbone and down my breast, pinching my nipple hard. “If you need to eat, shower, or relieve yourself, you should do it now. Your training begins in thirty minutes.”
Ares turns and leaves the room, and I slump down in the sheets and wonder why I missed him so much in the first place.
***
After my training,Ares runs a bath for us and I lie back against his chest, cradled by his arms and legs as he washes me with a soft terry cloth mitt infused with the gardenia oil I’d become so accustomed to. My ass hurts, the backs of my thighs too, and I stare at the small indentations his ropes left around my ankles. I close my eyes, safe and warm, feeling like I’m finally home, but there is something else that sours my mood, and destroys the peaceful oblivion I usually find with my Sir’s aftercare.
I open my mouth to speak, and close it again, only to have the words tumble out of their own accord. “Where is she?”
“Who, Pet?”
“Your sister.”
“Russia.” He sighs. “We think.”
“You think?”
“We don’t know if she’s still alive.”