“I suppose I could help you,” he murmured, and pressed his thumbs to her nape.
As long as she was looking away from him, she couldn’t see the pain in his eyes. Her muscles were tight, and it seemed like he found an endless number of knots beneath her skin. Each time he found a new one to work out, she moaned, dropping her head forward with an obvious sense of bliss.
“I had an accident on a job a few years ago. I lost some memories then. I usually only get the headaches when I’m trying to remember something.”
“What kind of accident?” Ares asked, doing his best to keep his voice even.
“I don’t remember the details. They told me about it after, when I woke up. I learned not to ask too much. These headaches are awful.”
He hadn’t been aware of them before. Now that he knew, could he in good conscience continue his mission? Every time he tried to tease out a memory, he was hurting her. Mariel had even warned him the last time she’d intercepted him from Anicka.