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across from her had drunk her blood still freaked her out.
    “But,” he prompted.
    “Don’t do it again,” she said. “I don’t…I can’t…just don’t. Promise me.”
    He nodded slowly, “I promise.”
    She went back to eating. The silence dragged on, and she found it uncomfortable, which wasn’t their usual M.O. Maybe it was the whole vampire thing, or perhaps, it was finally being able to see one another in the light. Either way she couldn’t stand it.
    “So now what?” She asked.
     
    I pin you to the bed and lick your naked body.
    Charon blinked at the thought. What the fuck was the deal? He had no idea where these errant thoughts came from, nor did he want them. It wasn’t like he was hard up or anything. He could understand how Irish would turn him on if he was desperate, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t a slut like Grimm, but he had women he saw. And yet there was something about this one apparently. Maybe it was the connection they’d developed over the last couple months? That wasn’t it, since he’d been alone with her and often intimately connected as he trained her. He’d never had the urge to get her naked, but now, it was like a constant thought. Blood, he thought, it has to be that. Maybe he needed to feed. That had to be it. He’d just call one of the donors and get it done.
    “Can you hear me?” she said, interrupting his thoughts.
    “How can I not, Irish, with you yapping constantly?”
    She made the face she always did when he pissed her off, and he couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t want to lose the easy relationship he’d developed with her. She knew nothing of Ancients or Hunters so never treated him like a bomb ready to go off. Though the paranormal community appreciated what his kind did, they were scared of them and rightly so. None of them were exactly approachable or friendly, and, come to think of it, they didn’t want to be that way.
    As a group, they were loners forced together by circumstance. But it had been good to go and train Irish. She’d treated him with respect because of his abilities, but was never afraid to dish shit out to him. He liked that about her.
    “So?” she demanded. “What happens now?”
    “I gag you to make you stop talking.”
    “Blah, blah,” she said, rolling her eyes. “If you’d answer the question, then I’d quit asking. Oh, and my name is Aislinn.”
    “I know you’re name, Irish. As for what now, that’s probably up to you. I’m sure Kenshin will come and offer you a job. He did with Joelle, and if he wanted her, he’ll want you. At least you can fight. All Joelle seems to do is talk.” Okay, she fucked Talon, but he doubted that was a part of her job description. If it was, he imagined she’d get glowing reviews since Talon was forever after her.
    “I lost my weapon.”
    “We’ll make you another. One that’s stronger since you won’t have to take it apart.”
    “How did you know I took it apart?”
    “Just like I knew you had red hair and freckles. The dark means nothing to me, so I can see everything. Since you won’t have to store the weapon, we can make it stronger.”
    She nodded. “Good. I want to fight. I don’t want to sit around. I can’t sit around. What about the hospital?”
    “What about it?”
    “They’ll know I’m missing. Won’t someone come looking? And what about the mess that was left? Oh, and the creatures, what about those?”
    He shook his head. He didn’t know anyone who talked this much or asked this many questions. Fuck, his head was ready to explode. “The PIA sent in a team to clean up so there’s no mess. We’ll still patrol the place because obviously, there’s a need. As for someone looking for you, if we don’t want you found, you won’t be.”
    She sat quietly, probably mulling over everything he’d just said so she could come up with more questions. The silence gave him the opportunity to study her. She looked way better than she had when he’d carried her in.