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The ringing of Acheron's cell phone in the peacefulness of the night incited annoyance from the slumbering pair.
"I'll get it." Acheron mumbled into the delicate crook of her neck, his cell already floating towards him.
"You better. It's your phone." Katra muttered, turning to her side to give him some privacy.
"What?" He answered grumpily. He knew he was going to have to leave the haven of her warm, inviting body and the aroma of her sweet-smelling hair.
"Good morning to you too sunshine." It was Kyrian. "A Dark Hunter died by accident tonight. I'm surprised you don't already know. You were supposed to meet us for dinner too. Marissa and little Nick kept asking for their 'akri'. What's going on Ash? Is everything alright? You sound tired."
Acheron looked into his mind before replying. Overzealous human "vampire slayers" have been patrolling New Orleans, staking and beheading anything with fangs. He had to stamp out the faction and erase the memories of civilians who witnessed the Dark Hunter deteriorate into dust. Guilt flooded over Acheron. He should've been in New Orleans, but he also needed to feed. Without it, he was useless anyway; a shell of a living being. Never mind the Daimons and enemies fearing him, everything in existence would've been endangered.
What a mess.
"I had something to take care of. I'll see you guys in a bit." He put the phone back into his backpack and willed his clothes on.
"I have some business to attend to." He told Katra. "Don't bother running away. We still need to talk. I've tasted you. I can find you anywhere."
Katra sat up, the moonlight danced across her immaculate, light skin.
"Wow, when you sweet talk like that, how can a girl refuse?" She said, her tone dripping with acid. She tucked away the strands of hair in disarray in front of her.
"You're beautiful." He blurted out, watching her intently.
With that, he left.
Katra rubbed her drowsy eyes and fell back. He was such an enigma. What was she going to do?
She inhaled Acheron's distinctive spicy, male scent on the pillow. Memories of their night together made her sigh in content and longing.
This was going to be trouble.
Too exhausted to dwell on the predicament, she drifted off to sleep.