"He's ancient, Russell," Carrick said quietly. "Even older than I am. He was there - in Greece, in the old days. He remembers the things that I can't."
He looked down again, thinking of all the accusations that had been flung at him by tear-stained previous lovers - that he was obsessive, controlling, thoughtless and cruel; that he forgot the loyalty of his lovers and focused completely on owning and dominating the boys he lusted after... and that ultimately, he destroyed them.
He looked up at Russell, his voice raw. "I had to have him."