The vampire loved how poetic his slave could be. "It's a perfect name for you," he gave a tiny smile.
Carrick nodded thoughtfully. "My written Russian is a little rusty. Karena and I used to speak Russian and French at home, but there wasn't much call for it in England or Ireland. If you'd like to learn I'd be happy to teach you. It gives me an excuse to brush up."
The vampire took the stack of paper and scanned the first page. It seemed to be a history of Hermes' life. He looked up slowly. "I'm glad you wrote this for me," he said sincerely. "I want to know you, Hermes. Better than anyone else ever has."