Chapter 2
I invited myself to Toby Kinks’s Colonial for dinner on that first evening of vacation, following my visit to Hades. Anyone would agree with me that he was a Ryan Reynolds look-alike. Hollywood handsome. Too sexy for his own good. Charming. So very charming. Another beautiful man in my immortal days. Thirty-six years old. An artist: oils on canvas; sometimes chalk on canvas; portraits of his lovers. Someone I wanted to be like. Someone who knew all of my scandalous secrets. One of my dearest lovers. One of my greatest lovers throughout my long, long life of immortality. One of my true friends I had fallen in love with. A keepsake. A man I knew could keep my hidden identity to himself, unwilling to share it with others. Never telling my story to other men, his friends, his family
