Acheron's jaw worked a steady tic. By the time he teleported back to the hotel, Katra was nowhere to be seen. No one remembered her, yet they remembered him. Acheron repressed a shudder, he barely got out of a shopping spree with the two men upon his return. They were very insistent.

He tried using the sfora, but it showed him nothing. He couldn't even sense a lingering presence from her.

Acheron. I need to you. I need to feed. It's about time you fed as well. Artemis' command rang in his head.

The beat in Acheron's jaw quickened. She was the last being he wanted to speak to at the moment. Actually, if he had his way, he would never have any contact with her. Artemis however, usually got her way. She was constantly thinking up new means of tying him to her. He gave up the endeavor of severing their bond a few millennia ago.

Acheron! Artemis beckoned again.

I'll be there.

Acheron replied telepathically, letting out an aggravated sigh. He didn't have time for this. The truth was, he did need to feed, but what he drank from Katra sustained him for the moment.

A sudden thought occurred to him - there was a possibility Katra was at Mt. Olympus. He saw her run past him there on a previous occasion. If Artemis sent Katra on a mission, she'd have to report back eventually. Once he settled matters with Artemis, he could seek out Katra, privately.

Underneath Artemis' regal appearance, the red-haired, green-eyed goddess had an extremely selfish, catty and jealous nature. She killed her Kori without a second thought and a zap of a finger. They were treated as objects she owned. Kori weren't permitted to interact with males unless they were ordered to.

Acheron didn't want to be responsible for harming Katra, especially since she saved his life. There was no need to add anymore guilt to his conscience; he had enough of it as it is.

He willed himself to Mt. Olympus. The eagerness he was feeling diminished swiftly. There was no Kori in sight. Artemis probably sent them away in anticipation of his arrival.

A surge of warmth spread into Artemis as Acheron stepped into her chamber. Despite all the pain and trouble she put him through, they both knew it was because she hated herself for loving him, the affect he had on her, and the maddening eternal yearn she had for him.

Most of all, she hated the fact that he didn't love her anymore.

Not one to accept rejection easily, she behaved just as anyone else with her personality would – she manipulated and imposed herself on him.

"Acheron." She purred against his cheek, changing his flaming red shade to blond as she combed his hair with her long fingers. "I get impatient when you keep me waiting."

"You never had patience to begin with."

Artemis let that comment pass. She wasn't paying much attention to anything else besides the burning sensation between her legs that needed to be alleviated.

She glided her fingertips across the perfect features of his face, then braced her hands on his broad shoulders.

Acheron wished he didn't react to her ministrations the way he did. No matter how hard he struggled to remain stagnant, his body betrayed him.

They did their usual ritual of feeding off each other.

Artemis raked her nails deeply along the muscled arcs of his shoulders in bliss.

No one has ever satiated her like Acheron, and she doubted anyone ever will.

Acheron retracted his fangs abruptly, pushing her away and causing her butt to hit the ground with a thud.

"What're you doing? You barely fed!" She said, standing up.

Acheron shrugged nonchalantly. "I have a headache, it affects my appetite."

"You've had a headache for two thousand years! Since when has it impacted your appetite?"

"Since I had to listen to the shrill shrieks of a green eyed monster." He explained, closing the doors behind him after he walked out. He heard her shriek in outrage even as he made his way toward the Kori.

He didn't spot an exceptionally tall blond among them. His eyebrows drew together in concentration as he scanned the Kori once more. He wanted to talk to them, but knew he couldn't. Every one of his actions would've been reported to Artemis.

Frustrated, he went home to Katoteros.