lh.narcissusinchains-第44部分
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Asher stopped at the door and turned； his hair falling over his face； the robe covering everything else。 He said nothing； just looked back at me； at us。
I repeated； 〃Don't go； Asher； don't go。〃
〃Why not？〃 he asked； his voice as careful and neutral as he could make it。
I couldn't tell him about the shared memory。 It would sound like pity； and it wasn't that not exactly。 I couldn't think of a good lie。 But this wasn't really the time for lies； anyway。 Only truth would heal this。 〃I can't stand to watch you walk away like this。〃
He moved his gaze from me to Jean…Claude； and there was anger in him now。 〃You had no right to share that memory with her。〃
〃I do not choose what ma petite knows and what she does not。〃
〃Very well；〃 Asher said。 〃Now you know how she cast me out of her bed。 How she cast me out of his bed。〃
〃That was your choice；〃 Jean…Claude said。
〃How could you bear to touch me？ I couldn't bear to touch me。〃 He stayed near the door with his head turned to one side； so all you could see was a wave of golden hair。 His voice held bitterness the way it could sometimes hold joy a bitterness that was hard to swallow； like choking on broken glass。 Asher's voice and laugh weren't as good as Jean…Claude's； but he seemed better at sharing sorrow and regret than Jean…Claude。
〃Why？〃 I asked； already knowing the answer。
〃Why what？〃
〃Why did she cast you out？〃
Jean…Claude moved beside me； and I realized two things。 One； he was shielding from me； from all of us； so I couldn't sense him； and two； his body movement alone let me know he wasn't happy。
Asher grabbed his hair； forced it back from his face； showed the scars to the light。 〃This； this。 Our mistress was a collector of beauty； and I am no longer beautiful。 It pained her visibly to see me。〃
〃You are beautiful； Asher。 That she couldn't see that isn't your fault。〃
He let his hair fall back。 It slid over the scars； hiding them。 He had almost stopped doing that when he was here in the Circus。 I'd forgotten how； when he first arrived in St。 Louis； he had automatically hidden whenever you looked directly at him。 He had used every shadow； every fall of light to hide the scars and highlight the beauty that remained untouched。 He had stopped doing that around me。
It hurt my heart to see him hide。 I tried to keep the sheet over me as I crawled towards the edge of the bed； but it was all tangled and trapped under Jason's and Jean…Claude's weight。 Screw it； everyone here had seen the show。 I wanted to wipe that hurt look from Asher's face more than I wanted to be modest。
Jason moved out of my way without uttering a single teasing ment。 Unheard of！ I crawled off the bed and walked towards Asher； and other memories spilled over me like cards thrown in the air。 How many times had he watched Jean…Claude and Belle Morte and Julianna and so many others walk towards him nude and eager。 Even Jean…Claude had failed him。 There had been that shadow in his eyes formed of guilt。 Guilt at failing to save Julianna； failing to save Asher。 But Asher had assumed it was rejection and that Jean…Claude touched him only out of pity。 It hadn't been pity I had the memory of it it had been pain。 They had bee constant reminders of how each had failed the other。 A constant reminder of the woman they'd both loved； and lost。 Until the pain was all they had left。 Asher had turned it into hate； and Jean…Claude had simply turned away。
I walked through the memories like moving through cobwebs； things that brushed me； clung to me； but did not stop me。 His hands were behind his back； his body leaning against the door； pinning them； and I knew why。 Through Jean…Claude's 〃gift〃 I knew that Asher wanted to touch me and didn't trust himself enough to have his hands out in front of him。 But it wasn't me he wanted to touch。 In a way he was like Nathaniel； he saw in me what he needed to see； not exactly what was there。
I touched his hair where it hid his face。 He flinched。 I swept the hair back from his face； standing on tip…toe to reach him； putting one hand lightly on his chest for balance。 He moved away from me； taking a step into the room。 I grabbed his robe； but he stayed turned away as the robe pulled back from the perfect half of his chest。 〃Look at me； Asher； please。〃
He stayed turned away； and I finally had to walk those few steps to him。 I was short enough that； standing right in front of him； I could look up underneath the hair into his face。 He turned away again； and I stretched up； putting a hand on either side of his face； turning him to look at me。 It put my body against his just for balance； and I felt the reluctance in his body； the need to move away。 But he stayed immobile under my touch。 He kept his hands behind his back； as if I'd tied them there。
The skin under one hand was so smooth； the other so rough。 He could have fought me； but he didn't。 He let me turn his face to me。 I wrapped my hands in the thickness of his golden hair； holding it back from his face。 I stared into his upturned face。 The eyes； that impossible pale blue； were unreal； like the eyes of a husky。 His lips were still full and kissable； his nose still a perfect profile。 Even the scars that started far on the right side of his face were just another part of Asher just another piece of him that I loved。 I'd always assumed that any emotions I felt for Asher were from Jean…Claude's memories of him when they were lovers； panions for over twenty years。 But staring at him now； I realized that that was only part of it。
I held memories of his body smooth and perfect。 But that wasn't what I thought of when I thought of Asher。 I pictured him as he was now； and I still loved him。 It wasn't the way I felt about Jean…Claude； or Richard； but it was real； and it was mine。 Maybe it wouldn't have existed if I hadn't had Jean…Claude's memories and emotions to build on； but whatever the foundation； I had feelings for Asher that were all mine； no one else's。 I realized with something like a shock that it wasn't just everyone else's heart I could see into。 I turned and looked back at Jean…Claude； tried to ask with my eyes what I was thinking。
〃To know another's heart； you must first know your own； ma petite。〃 His voice was soft； no reproach。
I turned back to Asher； and there was something in his eyes half wonderment； half pain as if he expected me to hurt him in some way。 He was probably right。 But if so； I wouldn't mean to do it。 Sometimes the greatest wounds are the ones we try the hardest not to inflict。
I let what I was feeling fill my eyes； my face。 It was the only gift I had to give him。 His expression softened； and what I saw in those lovely eyes was at the same time wonderful and painful。 He dropped to his knees； one tear trailing down his smooth cheek。 The look on his face was full of so many things。 〃The look in your eyes heals a part of my heart； ma cherie； and wounds another。〃
〃Love is such a bitch；〃 I said。
He laughed and hugged me around the waist； the roughness of his right cheek pressed into my belly； and I valued that more than anything else he could have done。 I stroked his hair and held him against me。 I looked across the room to Jean…Claude； and the look on his face was drowning deep； a longing so immense that there were no words to hold it。 He wanted Asher and me。 He wanted what he had had so many centuries ago。 He'd once told Asher that he'd once almost been happy； and that had been when he was in Asher's and Julianna's arms。 Before she died and Asher was saved but no longer Belle Morte's perfect golden boy。 Jean…Claude had been forced to take Asher back to the vampire Council to have him healed。 Jean…Claude had traded a hundred years of his own freedom to the Council for the favor of them saving Asher's life。 Then Jean…Claude had fled； and Asher had stayed behind； blaming Jean…Claude for Julianna's death and for his ruin。 Jean…Claude had gone from being in love and being loved by two people； to losing one lover and having the other one hate him。
We gazed at each other。 The look in Jean…Claude's eyes was so raw； like a fresh wound that still bled。 He wanted to secure his power base with the triumvirate。 He did want that needed it but there were other things that he wanted； almost needed。 And one of those was hugging my waist； pressing his face to my stomach。
Jean…Claude lowered his eyes as if he couldn't control what was in them。 He was the master of blank； careful expression。 The fact that what he felt was too strong to hide said more than anything else。 He couldn't shield his emotions right now。 They were too strong； they shattered all his careful control； and a part of me was glad。
In that moment I wanted to give him what he most desired。 I wanted to do it because I loved him； but it was more than that。 I suddenly realized that with Richard gone from our bed； other things were suddenly possible。 I turned back to Asher； gazing down on the top of his head； and knew that to be held in the circle of both our arms would heal something inside him that might never heal any other way。
The ardeur flared through me； hot； so hot； as if my skin must feel feverish。 Asher drew back from me； letting his arms drop slowly to his sides。 He gazed up at me； and the look in
