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Acheron closed his eyes. He had just thought of an outlandish theory he was desperate enough to test. Although Katra wasn't susceptible to some of his powers, blood was blood. It's the fluid of life; vital to every living being, and it was what connected them at present. There was a possibility the link would help him track her.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in Katra's apartment. The décor was simplistic and elegant. The peach, yellow, orange and brown colors gave the room a warm tone. It was lightly furnished and had several mirrors and paintings lining the walls.

The door to her bedroom was open. Acheron looked into it and saw she had her head turned to one side while she slept. One bent arm was next to her head on the pillow, and the other was at an angle resting on an odd-shaped thick blanket.

He squinted, wondering what gave the blanket such a bizarre form. When he realized it was his black leather jacket, his mouth curved into a satisfied male smirk. It was both pleasing and relieving to know he wasn't the only one thinking about the other.

Acheron's looming presence in the room woke Katra immediately. She sat up, brushing her hand across her neck. The tension in the air felt like the cold steel tip of a sharp blade was at her throat.

"Acheron?" She whispered, a bit stunned at his unexpected appearance. "What're you doing here? How did you find me?" The sarcasm and courage she normally possessed evaporated the instant she saw him. She didn't dare move.

He was different tonight.

Her deep green eyes expressed her alarm at his current state as he advanced towards her. He moved in a quiet, confident, menacing manner, and didn't seem like his usual self. The danger and blatant sexuality he naturally exuded was magnified; it rolled off him like massive waves, and Katra felt as if she was slowly being sucked into the center of this maelstrom.

She belatedly registered her lack of proper dress beneath the blanket. Self consciousness washed over her as she thought about what she was wearing – white lace panties and a tiny pink tank top. It would've been sensible to raise the blanket to cover herself, yet she couldn't bring herself to do so. She was trapped like prey, waiting for the hunter to come.

He was in front her now, fully clothed, mesmerizing, and devastatingly handsome.

He lifted her out of bed easily, planting her feet gently on the floor. All the while she kept still, watching the fire ignite in his red eyes as his blazing gaze roamed over her.

"Acheron? What do you want?" She asked again. They weren't touching. He was only a few inches away, yet she could feel the searing heat emanating from him. She wanted nothing more than to bask in it for as long as she could.

"I need to feed."

Katra was surprised at his brazen reply.

"Don't you feed from Artemis?"

His eyes roved over her body once more. He smiled a small, wicked smile at her reaction, his fangs gleamed in the moonlight.

"I found someone tastier."

Katra blinked as the meaning of his words seeped into her brain.

Her heart beat frantically.

Even though she suspected he wanted to drink from more intimate places, she brought her wrist up anyway. His huge ego didn't need anymore nurturing.

Just as she thought, he sneered at the gesture.

Acheron bent down to inhale her feminine scent. He closed his eyes briefly, savoring the smell as if it he never smelled something as exquisite as her. She shivered at the cool rush of air from his intake of breath.

She could see the hot sparks flickering in his eyes. Beneath the surface, his hunger was raging. She knew he was masking his impatience by playing with her, a ploy to gain control.

Katra didn't argue and allowed him to feed. They fell asleep, both sated for the time being.