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Amelia in his arms, sobbing against his chest, and not once did Acheron even realize that Pippi was watching them the entire time.
Seventeen
ACHERON WAS NURSINGa half-empty glass of room-temperature brandy in his hand when Wickham came out of the guest bedroom, followed by Dr. Alistair Mortensen, whose looks and build often had people asking him if he had Vikings in his family tree.
"What's the prognosis?" Acheron asked as his long-time friend joined him at his private bar.
"Dehydration, and while I'll need tests for actual confirmation, I suspect drug use in the past forty-eight hours." Track marks - and their location - could say a lot about a person's habits, when one knew what to look for.
Acheron knew a 'but' tone when he heard one, and his lips tightened. "There's something else, isn't it?"
"I also believe she's a victim of physical abuse, most likely domestic." Alistair paused. "But you and Wickham are already aware of this, aren't you?"
"The three of us belonged to the same...family when we were young."
"No need to pussyfoot on my account, Wick." Glancing at his friend, Acheron said evenly, "She was already the big man's mistress when Wick and I were recruited. Had been so since she was thirteen."
Alistair bit out an expletive.
The Greek billionaire inclined his head. "My sentiments exactly."
"If not for Amy's interference," Wick said heavily, "we might never have been able to leave the gang at all."
"But she didn't go with you," Alistair surmised.
"It's too late for her."It was always the excuse Amelia gave Acheron every damn time he tried to convince her to start a new life, and his voice held a bitter edge as he repeated the words for his friend.
Listening to Acheron's story, Alistair started remembering some of the oldest conversations he had with his friend, and he drew his breath when the truth eventually dawned on him. "It's her, isn't it?" he asked in surprise. "Amy isAmelia.The great love from your past that you used to talk about whenever you're trousered."
The all-too-British term had Acheron's lips twisting in a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "She is an important person in my life,ne."
Alistair's puzzlement only grew. "Then shouldn't you be happy she's finally left the old life behind? That's what she's here for, isn't it?"
"She also thinks we can resume our relationship," Acheron revealed curtly, "and I have a feeling she'll bolt the moment I tell her that ship's long sailed."
"Then just fake it until she's strong enough to handle being on her own." Alistair had always been a pragmatic man, and romantic feelings had never been of much importance to him.
