Rena spent the next six days trying to put Ketch out of her mind. She tried, but she failed. She kept imagining his hands on her, and the way his body felt on top of hers, and his lips... the man could kiss.

Every time he entered her thoughts she got angry. At him. At herself. Why was she attracted to him? Why did he want her? She didn't trust him. She didn't like him. But she couldn't stop thinking about him.

She didn't hesitate when the text came. He was an hour away. This time the address came with a room number. She grabbed her coat and keys and went to the garage. She would send Sam a text that she was helping a friend. She couldn't bring herself to lie to their faces. Another reason she hated her attraction to Ketch. They wouldn't understand. Hell, she didn't understand it herself.

She texted Ketch that she was on her way. Half an hour later she got a text back that told her an extra key was waiting for her at the desk. She should get it and come straight up.

She followed his instructions. He was siting on the sofa in a large suite. He was wearing a grey suit, had his ankle crossed over his thigh, and a drink in his hand.

"Care for a drink?"

"No thanks," she said. "What are we after this time?"

"Nothing."

"Excuse me?"

Ketch stood and ambled toward her.

"This isn't a business call."

"Then why am I here?"

"Because you made a decision."

"Yeah, to hunt."

"Interesting. Did you tell the Winchesters you were going off to hunt?"

"I did."

"With me?"

Rena didn't answer, and Ketch grinned. She wasn't sure if she wanted to smack it off his face or kiss it off.

"I'm leaving."

"Wait," he said as he grabbed her arm. "Hear me out."

Rena folded her arms and waited.

"You don't trust me, and I can't say that I blame you. I haven't given you much reason to, other than redoing your stitches." He refilled his glass and poured a second glass for Rena. "So, I thought we could... talk. I will answer any questions you have that don't involve Men of Letters secrets."

"What makes you think I want to get to know you?"

"You don't. Believe me."

Rena narrowed her eyes at him before sipping the drink.

"You're too stuffy," she said.

"I'm sorry?"

"I saw you in jeans and leather. This posh thing," she said as she gestured to his outfit, "has to go."

"You want me to strip?"

"I want you to loosen up."

Rena pulled at the knot in his tie until it came loose. Then she undid the top buttons of his dress shirt and tousled his hair.

"There," she said.

"Was there a point to that?"

"Sure. It makes you more human."

"Being sloppy?"

"Exactly."

It also made him sexier, but she wasn't about to admit that.

He motioned to the sofa. "Have a seat?"

They sat quietly for a moment. Rena had a million questions running through her mind, but only one seemed to keep surfacing.

"What do you want from me?"

"I want nothing from you."

"Then why am I here?"

"Because I want you. You are an amazing hunter. I don't always agree with how you work, but when you're fighting, in the thick of it, it's breathtaking."

"You talk like it's some kind of art."

"Oh, but it is."

"There's nothing artful about being covered in blood and guts."

"I'm talking about the skill. It's like fencing. Would you say that's an art?"

Rena shrugged. "I guess it can be. But actual sword fighting is different."

"But it's not." Ketch became animated. He put down his drink and turned a bit to face Rena. "The art of the craft is used on the battlefield."

"Yeah, well, I never took fencing or learned any fighting techniques."

"That makes what you do even more amazing. You have a natural skill."

"You really get off on this stuff, don't you?"

Ketch's excitement deflated. "To put it crassly."

"Did you learn techniques?"

"Many."

"Where?"

"All of my training was done by the Men of Letters, in England."

"How old were you?"

"Just a boy when I started. Very young."

"And they had you fighting that young?"

Ketch stared down into his drink. "Weakness is frowned upon, then stomped out. It was beat or be beaten."

"That's awful."

"That's strength."

"That's not strength. That's cruel. Those people you beat? Who were they?"

"Classmates, mostly."

"Were any of them your friends?"

"Some."

"Yet you fought them?"

"Yes."

"Did you hurt them?"

"Yes."

"And you felt no remorse?"

"Remorse is for the weak."

"Wow," she whispered. "No wonder you are the way you are. These people turned you into a stone cold killer. Have you ever cared about any-"

His lips on hers cut her off. She pushed him away enough to speak.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm bored with this conversation."

His lips were back on hers and he moved closer to her. Rena pushed aside all the warning bells going off in her head. She blindly set her glass down, grabbed his loosened tie and pulled him on top of her as she lay back. Ketch pulled off his suit jacket as they kissed, and Rena reached for his belt. He pulled out of the kiss and stared at her, his breath coming in short bursts against her mouth. His hand slid up her neck, caressed her cheek, then slid into her hair before he kissed her again. Rena unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands along his chest and abs.

"Decision time," he said. "Shall we move this to the bedroom?"

"Yes."

Ketch stood and lifted Rena into his arms. After he placed her on the bed he removed his clothes, and Rena did the same. This time, Rena moved with Ketch, making him moan. After a while she pushed at his chest, but Ketch grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head.

"You made your decision, Rena."

"I'm not trying to stop you. I'm trying to get you on your back."

"Oh? Think you can handle it?"

He flipped them over and pulled Rena's legs to straddle him. He thrust up into her, and she moaned.

"I'm still in control," he said.

Rena stayed on top until her legs felt weak, and Ketch knew. He flipped her onto her back again, and they were soon just a tangle of limbs, breathing heavily into each other's necks.

When Ketch rolled onto his back, Rena thought of leaving. But what would it matter? She would just come back like she did this time. There was something about this man she couldn't resist.

She moved to his side, kissed his chest, and draped a leg over his. Ketch sighed and pulled her closer.

"That was amazing, darling."

"It was."

"And this is much nicer than last time."

"Didn't take you for someone who likes 'nice'."

"I do like to leave a woman satisfied. Odds are I didn't do that if she's running out the door."

"I think you know that wasn't the reason I left."

"I know. You still don't trust me, do you?"

Rena sat up and looked into his eyes. "Should I?"

"Probably not."

"I don't get you."

"There's nothing to get. I am what I am."

"But what are you? You want me to get to know you, but tell me I don't want to. You want me to trust you, but you tell me I shouldn't."

"Just being honest."

"You didn't let me finish asking my last question."

"Go ahead."

"Have you ever cared for anyone? Ever?"

"Yes."

"You want to elaborate?"

"No."

"Was it a friend? Or a girlfr-"

Ketch flipped her onto her back and pinned her down. His hand went to her throat, and his fingers flexed, then spread before he slipped them around to the back of her neck.

"I said, no."

"Understood."

Ketch's lips ghosted over hers.

"Still not afraid of me?" he asked.

"No."

"You sure that's smart?"

"Probably not."

His hand slipped back to her throat, but just rested there.

"You like the danger, don't you?"

"Maybe."

"You trust me not to hurt you."

"In this moment, yes."

"I think you're more like me than you care to admit."

He kissed a trail down between her breasts to her stitched side. He ran a gentle finger over the area before he kissed the underside of her breast, and Rena marveled at the contradiction in his behavior.

"Do you like being feared?"

He smiled up at her. "Quite."

"Do you want me to fear you?"

He grazed his teeth over her breast, then captured her lips in a deep kiss.

"I just want you," he said. "I don't care if you fear me or not."

"Why do you want me?"

"I've already told you."

"No, you said you admire my fighting style. Why do you want me this way?" She rolled her hips for emphasis.

Ketch grunted. "If I may be crass?"

"Sure."

"You make me horny as hell."

Rena laughed. "I knew there was a regular guy in there somewhere."

Ketch's phone buzzed on the bedside table. He picked it up and groaned. "It's work. I have to go."

"Now?"

"Duty calls."

He got out of bed and grinned at her. "Care to join me in a shower?"

"No. I guess I'll get out of here."

"Take all the time you want. In fact, I wouldn't mind if you were still here when I return."

"Thanks, but I've got better things to do than wait around for you to get back."

"Touché."