What do you want to know?

"Well …" Emily looked overwhelmed by the enormity of questions milling around in her head, she puffed out her cheeks, "for starters our origins. Where do we come from? Are there more of us? If so, how many? Erm, are we all hawks?"

Jasyn had begun to forget her list as soon as she had started reciting it; he tried to form an answer.

"And how do we -"

One at a time, esko! Jasyn snapped, Emily fell silent immediately, but she was perched on the edge of her seat literally bouncing with excitement. It was likely she would have snapped back at him had she not wanted this information so much, she looked likely to sell her soul for it. Jasyn laughed evilly in his mind, he knew a goddess who just might take her up that offer.

"You know, you're right, what I need is - aha!"

Emily looked around and pounced for a pad that she saw upon one of the filing cabinets, she quickly hunted up a pen and took her seat again. Jasyn craned his neck and twisted his head to see her neatly jotted bullet points and questions, he shook his head. She was mouthing wordlessly to herself, every now and then looking up at him as if taking inspiration for questions from him. She didn't have to worry about being star pupil, and it was unlikely he'd tell her 'that's the most common question' or 'everybody asks that'. Jasyn had no experience with explaining to someone that they were a Were-Hunter, everyone he'd ever known had been Were-Hunter and very much aware of it. Emily stared at him for a long moment, paled then scribbled furiously on the page. When she stopped she sat back and met Jasyn's expectant stare.

"Sorry about that," she said coughing delicately into her fist, "now … question one: our origins?"

Jasyn sighed starting the whole spiel; he thought it best to start from the very beginning, so he began about Atlantis, about how Apollites were created, about diamons and Dark-Hunters. Emily was a good listener, she didn't interrupt and she only sometimes made little squeak noises when something seemed to be particularly exciting or far out. Though she frequently threw out comments at him that were usually so quick that he had to take time to realise how sarcastic they were. He actually let a few slide until he wondered if he'd given her a fair inch and she was running up that mile she was taking, a few well placed death threats had done the trick. After an hour of talking which was more then he'd ever done in his life, Jasyn had never heard his voice so much, he decided to prod her into a tantrum just for fun, where she might start throwing out the scathing comments. He looked up, Jasyn noticed that she was taking notes and squawked; she almost jumped out of her chair, the pad slipped to the floor.

"What's wrong with you?" she demanded crossly, rubbing her chest.

Don't make records of this! What if someone finds them?

"Oh, like they would believe it anyway," Emily scoffed, "they'll probably think it the plan for some silly fantasy novel for women."

I don't give a shit! Either you get rid of them or this whole thing stops!

"Does extreme paranoia come with being a complete asshole too?" she muttered.

"No, but an infatuation with murder does."

Emily glared at him defiantly before ripping the page out of the pad and beginning to tear it in pieces, when minuscule chunks littered her lap like snow; she gave Jasyn a sarcastic smile.

"I'll make sure to shred all this when I get home."

You do that.

"Well, carry on. So the king found out his wife was an Apollite. Then what?"

Jasyn had had enough of her for today, he needed to go and rest somewhere so he could recharge his sarcasm battery.

No more for today.

"Yes, there's lots more for today!" Emily stated just as firmly, "we haven't even made a dent on sections two and three."

I don't care. Tomorrow.

"No today!" Emily growled and Jasyn narrowed his eyes, he wasn't prepared to take that tone from anyone. Least of all some two-bit Arcadian female. "Don't be so lazy! You've been shot in the wing not the mouth; you can just sit in your cage and tell me."

You'd do well to remember, esko, that I could rip your heart out and eat it in front of you before you could get your ass out of that chair.

"Yeah, you can't even -" Emily was about to respond tauntingly when a flash of light so quick Emily wasn't sure if she'd seen it at all, burst before her eyes and bird boy stood there before her in all his naked glory. Emily barely managed a high pitched squeak of surprise before he run at her into the wall and held her loosely by the throat. Emily panted with fear looking up into startling green eyes.

"I thought you said you couldn't change form?" Emily said breathlessly.

"I lied," he growled, Jasyn felt her throat move under his palm as if she were swallowing, her skin there was so soft he could barely feel it. He wondered what she was like in her feathered form, generally female hawks were bigger then the males, he wondered if she was just as magnificent in that form as in this. "Now …"

The pause went on too long for Emily's piece of mind; words tumbled out of her mouth. "If you're going to kill me just be quick about it. I mean, you owe me a painless death after I helped you."

"You were the one that shot me!" Jasyn exclaimed, dumbfounded and insulted by her logic.

"Because you tried to kill me!" Emily snapped back, her hazel eyes flared and Jasyn felt his body sizzle like the end of a sparkler, he found himself rubbing his thumb gently over her pulse.

"Now we're even."

"Oh no, we are not, wise guy!" Emily cried, "you've tried to kill me twice. I saved you once and now you've attacked me. From where I'm standing you're in a shit load of debt, feather butt!"

I will not be amused, Jasyn thought, keeping his face stoic. Her audacity towards him was revitalising, he fed on it like some diamon. He still hated her kind, he was still disgusted by her but he couldn't help feeling amused by her, she was strange and refreshing. She was too human to be a real were-hunter and yet too were-hunter to be human, she was a strange combination of both worlds. A part of Jasyn was very curious to see how she coped having one foot through each door, would it split her in half? Only time would tell. Jasyn hoped not, when a person such as she was in his world of magic and demons and lives of lingering monotony, she was regarded as truly rare.

"That second time I wasn't there to kill you," Jasyn said just to see her eyes flash again.

"Bullshit!"

Jasyn tightened his grip ever so lightly around her throat and leant the length of his body against her clothed one, the feel of the fabric from her clothes was tantalising on his naked flesh. He felt his penis lengthen and he watched her eyes fly wide when she felt it also, the smell of her uncertainty, her fear and the slow; sweetening of her arousal was a lethal mix to Jasyn. Jasyn leant his head closer so he could take a deep whiff of her burgundy hair, the dark smell there made his blood sing.

Emily discreetly inhaled him also; the scent of him was so enticing and exotic, so manly that it made her practically orgasmic. Had he not tried to kill her and had his hand not been gripping her neck, Emily would have taken a chance of putting her hands in naughty places. When he shifted his body and she felt his throbbing arousal punch against her flat stomach Emily was quite sure she would pass out, her hands itched to cup his full, smooth flesh. The callused pad of his thumb caressed her pulse insistently, as if by rubbing it would somehow reveal something secret under the skin. Yeah, Emily's mind scoffed, like her hidden inner harlot! With every stroke of his thumb her legs widened until he was cradled in them, Emily had no idea whether this was his original idea but her worries seemed insignificant. Her breasts felt swollen and achy and she wished desperately for his lips to find a spot and start some action. What her mind really wanted was to wriggle out of his hold and slap him, she was so confused, did he hate and want to kill her? Did he get some kind of kick out of making women hotter then the sun before offing them?

"Why are you doing this?" Emily whispered, staring up into his handsome face, so handsome and sculpted, so hard and fierce. She kept her eyes fixed there for fear that if she looked anywhere else her eyes would drift down his muscular body and she would be lost to her hormones. Jasyn seemed to break out of whatever trance he had fallen into and with an obscene curse, pushed himself back from her. The throbbing in his cock was enough to rival that of his wounded shoulder, he could feel the toll it was taking on his body. His being in human form in daylight while wounded would make him change forms and likely pass out. He wasn't in Sanctuary anymore and should someone break in and find him he'd be screwed, Jasyn stared at Emily, they'd likely hurt her too. Heart rate picking up due to the fear his thoughts had caused, he flashed himself out of the surgery and away from Emily.

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Emily shut the door to her apartment after saying goodbye to Qassim and thanking him for giving her a ride home. He was still a little suspicious of her after she told him that the bird had died and she had disposed of its carcass, he'd shouted at her a bit then calmed down. Emily would like to say she was used to it but in truth he hadn't shouted at her that way since their assignment together at college. Emily yawned widely as she dropped her keys on the sideboard and thought about what was in the kitchen, she'd exhausted her brain with thoughts of what bird boy had told her and where he could be; now she simply needed to sleep. She could barely believe she had come home little over a day ago and she hadn't slept, she felt like the bionic woman. A part of her was tempted to stay up until she hallucinated just to see how long she could go on for. But then she reminded herself that not only was it both stupid and pointless, it was a little bit dangerous in her position, she needed to be alert at all times since her caustic, feathered friend had gone out of his way to kill her on more then one occasion.

"Hello sartas."

Emily almost tripped over her own feet on the way to the kitchen when a deep voice, that she was becoming quite accustomed to, purred out of the darkness of her living room corner. The tiffany lamp she kept on a small dark wood table came on and there he sat, bold as brass and cool as a cucumber - Emily shook her head, she was drowning in similes! Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she saw what he was sat on.

"Get your fat ass off that!" she screeched, stamping her foot and putting her hands on her hips, he arched a sexy, tawny eyebrow. "That is a Louis XV carved armchair! Do you realise how much I paid for that?"

"Too much obviously," he sniped back and Emily wanted to be appalled but she was too tired, "chairs are meant to be sat on."

Emily gave him a dirty look before going towards her coffee pot; she needed some serious caffeine in her if she was to maintain any type of decent conversation with him.

"You took ages getting here, I had to sit down."

"Next time I'll get you a perch," Emily replied tartly and to her amazement he laughed, a deep, rich laugh that rumbled out of his chest. "And next time you come and visit don't do that whole serial psycho killer routine by sitting in the corner with the light off."

"We both know we can see just as well without light. I'm surprised you didn't see me as soon as you came in."

Emily glared at him once again before setting out two cups and making them coffee, though he didn't look like he was in need of a pick me up.

Jasyn couldn't believe she had made him laugh; it had just rolled out of him like some unstoppable burp. He felt utterly awkward after he'd done it, he never laughed in public, not at anything as silly and non-threatening as that. She was simply being her sarcastic little self, and he was mad for her. His eyes travelled over her body, delightfully lean but curved in the right places, all Were-Hunters were beautiful but Emily was rather exceptional to Jasyn. He admitted he found her captivating. The colour of her hair was extraordinary, he expected her skin to be paler then moonshine with hair like that yet her honeyed flesh blended wonderfully with the unnatural redness, no other being alive had hair that colour. Jasyn found himself studying her ass and the length of her body; he flushed feeling rather uncomfortable that he had been looking at an Arcadian with lust. It didn't keep his eyes from straying towards her and he assured himself that as long as no one else knew, it was alright. It wasn't like he was going to make any moves on her. Emily came back with the coffee and handed him a cup, he took it without comment even though he detested coffee.

"Thank you, sartas."

Emily narrowed her eyes, "what the hell is that you're calling me? And that other name too? What was it, Eskimo?"

"Esko."

"That's it," her voice indicated that she wanted to be offended even though she had no clue what it meant.

"Esko means female … girl," Jasyn saw her eyes flash and his body lit up, he fought the urge to pounce, "and sartas means red in my language."

"What language?"

"Thracian," Jasyn said, he saw the look on her face, "I'm not lying and I am from there. We live long lives."

"My God," Emily breathed, her wide eyes drowning him, "how old are you?"

Jasyn went still as he stared down at her, even if he told her she couldn't possibly have any concept of how many years it actually was. It would simply be a number to her fresh human mind, to humans eighty was a good age to reach. His life was endless and lonely and dangerous, it would likely scare her to know that such loneliness awaited her, so he didn't tell her; it was one of his first acts of pure kindness.

"Older then you can imagine," he whispered back.

"Will I live to be your age?" her face was fearful, he didn't blame her, she was still practically human. Such things were unreal and scary; it would be scarier once she had a taste of how long a life could be.

"Most likely, even longer," Jasyn replied, knowing that he would not die a natural death with the many enemies he had out there. "But don't worry; I'll be long gone before you reach it."

Her face did not lighten, for some reason it darkened and she looked more worried, Emily moved to sit by her window sill; Jasyn did the same, the window sill being long and wide enough to accommodate both of them comfortably. They sat in silence for a bit, she sipping her coffee, he turning his cup in his hands.

"The king watched his wife die on her twenty-seventh birthday," Jasyn said suddenly as if he were simply answering something she had just said, rather then picking it up hours later. He watched her eyes snap to his face and give him her immediate wrapped attention; it did something to his insides to see her so.

"He realised that his two sons would go the same way and he set out to save them. He conducted experiments, magically splicing the DNA of Apollites and the strongest of animals. Bears, tigers, lions, wolves, hawks," Jasyn tipped his cup towards her, "panthers, dragons -" Her eyes widened, "and jackals."

"The Fates didn't like the thought of the Apollites cheating death, so they demanded that he kill his creations, bearing in mind that his sons were now alive and had no chance of dying. The king refused, so they cursed our race. They decreed that for his hubris the king would watch his sons and his creations kill each other, they gave one son the heart of a man and the other the heart of an animal and said that there would never be peace between the two races. We would be destined to fight and kill each other until we become extinct. And so it has been."

Jasyn saw Emily shiver and look away from him; perhaps she was now seeing the differences between them. "As well as that another part of the curse was that the fates would decide our mates for us, we would play no part in it. And it would be binding. When we find our mates we get three weeks in which time we must mate formally or spend the rest of our lives impotent."

Emily wrinkled her nose, "the males that is. Females simply can't have children with anyone but their designated mate."

"Pretty harsh."

"Very harsh," Jasyn corrected, stressing his words. They sat in silence after that, Jasyn had expected questions, tons of questions, questions that were both simple and complicated, but instead there was silence. Jasyn was content just to watch Emily as she pondered, her soft lips rubbing against one another while her long fingers held tight to her cup. Jasyn felt a warmth in his lower belly and knew it was the start of his arousal putting in a show, Jasyn licked his lips, he wanted to rub up tight against her, the way they had been in her doctor friend's house. But this time with no clothing separating them or dulling the sensations, he knew it was wrong to want an Arcadian the way he did but he kept reminding himself that as long as he did not act he would not be betraying his Katagaria code.

"What's your name?"

Jasyn blinked, that was not the question he was expecting, "Jasyn."

"Jason -"

"No," he corrected her firmly, "Jasyn. Sin."

"Oh," Emily watched the way his lips move as he pronounced his name, it seemed so fitting that his name would have the word sin in it. He was sin. So dangerous and deadly yet so unbelievably tempting, Emily knew he was the type of male that would have a woman craving more. His beauty was a sin.

"Is that why you tried to kill me? Because I'm human?"

Emily watched Jasyn's body grow very still, his eyes glinting while his face was cast in shadow, he posed a menacing picture but Emily wanted to hear it from his lips and if it was the answer she expected, she wanted to know if he was still hell bent on continuing his plan.

"No." Emily arched an eyebrow and let out a shallow breath. "Then why did you attack me?"

"Because I thought you were going to attack me," Jasyn's eyes flashed dangerously. "Haven't you been listening? You are human and I am an animal. We are meant to hate and kill each other, it is our destiny. I despise your race and very soon you'll hate mine. The very fact that we are sitting here and not tearing at each others throat is a miracle."

Emily opened her mouth preparing to object but she couldn't, in fact a small part of her wanted to cry. Stupidly she'd expected this new world to be wonderful and exciting, Jasyn's life was scary and fraught with danger and hers would be too from what he was saying. But she couldn't comprehend why someone would hate her for something that wasn't her fault, she couldn't help what heart she was born with.

"Your life is so frightening to me," Emily whispered, Jasyn was about say something flip and sarcastic but he found he didn't truly have the heart to muster it. He'd been as open and honest with her as he knew how to be, Jasyn barely spoke to anyone and he confided in no one, but with her he had a stupid notion of sharing one small part of himself.

"Me too."

Emily felt her eyes sting and before she could stop herself she raised her hand to lie against his cheek, his eyes blazed out of his face like emerald flames as they fixed her within their mesmerising light. Emily saw her hand tremble on his muscled jaw, she'd felt the same feeling when she'd sat beside a wild Gorilla in the Congo. She'd sat before it, knowing it could rip her body apart before the camera crew and the guards could help her. That's what she felt now, the exhilarating fear of being next to something so dangerous and powerful, and she was actually touching him. And he was letting her! Emily was about to withdraw from him when his hand suddenly whipped out and caught her head, thinking that he was going to hurt her she screamed with fright, then gasped as his lips crashed down on her own.

The kiss was a short one, but it was passionate and deep, Jasyn wrenched his lips from Emily's sweet mouth as she let out a moan. The noise caused Jasyn's erect penis to twitch, he imagined her making those noises as he slipped himself into her body, so caught up in his fantasy that he didn't realise he had spoken aloud.

"Would I what?" Emily asked, a frown of confusion on her face, Jasyn shook his head a realised his hand was still cupping the back of her head, he quickly let her go.

"What?"

"You asked me if I would let you …? Not sure what that means," Emily's lips were throbbing and she wanted him to pull her against him again. She'd been so long without a man that she had forgotten just how delicious that feeling of arousal and attraction was. Without realising it Emily began to look at him with hooded eyes and her voice slipped a few notches lower. "Would I let you what?"

Jasyn stood up abruptly and walked away from Emily; he was rubbing his thighs and running them through his hair, if it were possible Emily would think he looked a little bit nervous.

"Would you let me … s-see the - that tape?"

"Tape?"

"Yeah, the one you were rolling when we first met." Jasyn's startling green eyes almost looked panicked, but Emily found that almost impossible to believe. Then her mind clicked into place and the memory of Jasyn flying at her and trying to gouge her eyes with his talons came back, as did his insistence that none of what he'd told her be recorded. Emily wanted to slap herself, she felt so stupid, the man was as cold as ice! No, she took that back, he wasn't cold to her at all, he was hot for her but she disgusted him. She was human and the aftermath of kissing her was not appealing to him by the looks of it.

"Oh," she said coldly, "that tape."

"Yeah, can I have it?"

Emily got up to give herself thinking time, consciously she prowled over to the large, dark wood, wine cabinet/dresser, that stood on one side of the fireplace, taking up the wall. She eyed the lower cupboard where she had stored the tape, so that's what the bastard wanted! Emily turned to face him with her arms folded across her chest, "I don't think that's possible."

"Come again?"

"You heard me, the tape is mine and other then your attempted murder it has various shots of wildlife on there that I will be using in my research."

"You stupid -"

"And that's really going to get you the tape," Emily countered smoothly as she walked past him to the kitchen where she emptied her cup. "Insulting me and calling me names. Smart, veerry smart, bird brain."

Jasyn couldn't remember the last time, if there ever was a time when a woman, anyone, had been this dismissive and cavalier with him. The woman had gob smacked him into silence. He may have used the tape as a good excuse to cover up for his moment of idiocy, but now finding out that she hadn't disposed of it only made Jasyn want to shake her. He was dumbfounded as for why she hadn't gotten rid of the damnable thing - but then, his mind reminded him fairly, she was new to their world. Still she wasn't stupid, she was extremely intelligent, she would know what evidence like that could do to the Were-hunter world.

Did I just give her a compliment?

Damn, he had! And - oh, Gods! - had he actually kissed her? Of course he had, he could still feel the tantalising tingle in his lips and the pain of his erection, who had kissed who? Had he kissed her, yes now he remembered … feeling the irresistible urge to clamp his mouth to hers and battle her for domination, would she submit? Would she fight? The questions had milled about in his head until he had to, just had to know. She was a fighter, her tongue fought him for dominance and she pushed back against him, letting him know what she wanted and what she was willing to give. She was definitely giving him the cold shoulder now though; it was back to the insults again. It had only been a bloody kiss! Granted a painfully passionate and devastating to the system kind of kiss, but … a kiss was just a kiss, right? Perhaps she was one of those human females that viewed any type of sexual connection - that being a kiss up to a fuck - as something to be thought out and weighed up? If so, she needed to snap out of that silly modesty fast, if she ever wanted to find her mate, and Jasyn would bet all the teeth in his head that she did, she would have to sleep with every human and Were she came across.

"Give me that tape!" Jasyn snarled at her, deciding intimidation worked just as well as persuasion, and if not that then coercion. "Our world is a secret that cannot afford to be let out. What would humans do if they found out what we are? What we're capable of? We'd be in a lab, under microscopes faster then a frog could catch a fly. It's that simple, Dr. McLean, either you destroy the tape or we destroy you."

"We?" Emily felt her innards go cold but stood defiant anyway.

"Do you think a race as highly evolved as ours doesn't have its own set of laws and justice system?"

"If you're so evolved why are you still letting Fate dictate to you your enemies? Why do you hate another race simply because Fate said you should?"

"Why do humans? If you're race of humans are so evolved why are you still bombing countries and killing in the name of religion?" Jasyn retaliated scathingly. "Why does a child die every three seconds in a third world country?"

Emily opened her mouth to retort but the words stuck in her throat, he was right; she could hardly throw the rights and wrongs of prejudice and bigotry back in his face when humans were the biggest culprits for it around.

"Forget it," Jasyn said, agitated, "the point is by Were-Hunter law you have to destroy that tape. Our world is bigger then you are and has been around much longer then you have. And over this Arcadians and Katagaria alike will hunt you down and annihilate you to keep our world safe. You hold the biggest threat to us in your hands, is it worth your life?"

Jasyn hoped to God she wouldn't be foolish enough to think of dying like some martyr over this tape, he studied her face and didn't see any sign of wavering there. In his mind he tried to block out her words but they were deafening. Why hate simply because Fate said you should? Why indeed? Jasyn's heart hardened in a nanosecond, he hated Arcadians because they were butchers that took from him everything and left him with nothing, and the Fates had fuck all to do with it! She could keep her flimsy, half ass arguments on the rights and wrongs of it, she had known his world for five minutes. Jasyn had lived it for more then one lifetime and he knew from experience that whether by Fates decree or his own, he would never stop hating or hunting Arcadians.

"I'll give you the tape," Emily said after what felt like half an hour of silence between them, she watched Jasyn breathe a sigh of relief before she dropped her bombshell. "If you give me something in return."

Jasyn's lips curled and he raked her with a venomous stare, Emily raised her chin defiantly, she needed guts and gumption if she was to get through this unscathed. "Nothing in this world comes for free," she remarked shrewdly and Jasyn scoffed, though a part of him respected her logic, he himself had used that phrase many a time.

"It does if you're willing to kill for it," Jasyn retorted, she turned her back to him and walked towards her counter at the farther end of the kitchen. Jasyn wanted to know if it was through fear and bravado, or was she genuinely so dismissive and untroubled by him? Jasyn refused to believe the latter so it had to be the former.

"True," Emily agreed casually, before turning around and facing Jasyn with a hard, no-nonsense face. "However it's always the good businessman that listens to all deals, even if he doesn't make everyone of them. My proposition is this: I want - no, I need to know all I can about my life, my world. I want to know your world. I can't do that on my own, I know nothing about it and I know no one in it."

Emily paused and looked at Jasyn, twisting her hands, "save you."

"I need someone to show me the inner workings of Were-Hunter life, the - the dynamics of your social systems, your traditions, your etiquette. The do's and don'ts. You understand?"

Jasyn cursed and she stepped forward, her eyes wide and beseeching, Jasyn felt his own eyes widen, he felt her conviction coming off of her in waves.

"For that gift I would give almost anything … to have that knowledge," Emily said softly, shakily, "for that gift you can have the tape and I will be in your debt. So you can call me friend."

"I don't want your friendship," he snapped without thinking and Emily winced, fearing she'd bungled it she changed tactics.

"That's true. But what better way to know and beat your enemy then to have them honour bound to be beholden to you? Knowing an Arcadian is distasteful, but would it make it bearable if that Arcadian was indebted to you big time."

"You talk of honour as if you have any?" Jasyn sneered, the modern world knew nothing of the days of old and time gone by, when honour and reputation was as vital to a man and his family as was the blood running through his veins.

"Well, I believe that if I forfeited that honour when it is called into question. The repercussions are yours to dish out." Emily's body shook, what was she saying? What in Gods name was she giving him the right to do? Kill her?

"You are in my debt then?"

"Yes."

"For life?" Jasyn asked tauntingly, his tone gleefully malicious, Emily swallowed feeling as if she were about to shake hands with Lucifer.

"For life," she repeated. Jasyn let out a mirthless laugh and scratched the back of his neck, his laugh rolling out of him like acid, painful to Emily's ears. Nothing like the low, deep rumble she had heard earlier in the evening. The only good thing Emily could sense was that she knew that on some level, even if it disgusted him, Jasyn wanted her. Badly. And that gave her some kind of leverage, didn't it? Males of all species had the best part of their brain in their trousers; Emily guessed Jasyn was likely to be the same. A part of her was ashamed of using his attraction to her to get what she wanted, Emily had never been one to play those kind of games with men, she had always been pretty up front and honest with her feelings in that department. Yet if success lingered on his tender feelings for her, if he were capable of any, then she would have to exploit them. But she refused to be a whore, she would not sleep with him, Emily looked up to see him still cackling insanely to himself, she may want what he could give her but she would not sell herself for it. Nothing was worth her pride and no man was worth her life, should all this go awry she would give him the tape and high tail it away from him.

Jasyn stopped laughing abruptly and Emily raised an eyebrow, "feel better?"

Jasyn gave her a crooked, evil smile, "pack your bags," he ordered softly, lunacy lacing his voice.

"W-where am I going?"

"Were-Hunter culture capital of the world, baby."

"Europe?" Emily said innocently.

"New Orleans." Emily gulped.