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He’s the director of the PIA.”
    After Joelle left, Aislinn sat for a long moment. Everything had gone so fast she wasn’t sure what to think anymore. One minute, she’s being attacked by a vampire, and the next, she’s here being pleasured by a man she barely knew. Okay, that was wrong, she might not have known his name, but she knew Charon. He’d shown up every night for months to train her. She trusted him. But she wasn’t sure what was going on now.
    She’d let him put his hands on her. Put his mouth on her. What did that mean? What did he think of her? He wasn’t there when she woke up, so did he think she let every guy touch her? What would she say to him when she saw him? Would he pretend it had never happened? Aislinn leaned back against the headboard and sighed. The hospital had been so simple. She knew the rules and expectations and did what she was supposed to do. She didn’t talk to anyone but a handful of people. This made navigating the days easier. The less she got involved the less she was bothered.
    She finished the meal, knowing she needed to keep her strength up. She would just pretend that what happened between them didn’t happen. It was easier that way. She wanted him to train her so she could fight. Anything else was done. And if, in the dark of the night, she played through what he’d done to her in her head, no one would be the wiser.
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    Reaper stretched and his back popped. Damn, he’d been hunched over papers for what felt like days. He’d discarded the initial packet Quenton had given him when he realized the guy wrote about a host of women instead of just one. That was a no-go in the Liaison category, since only one person could be an Ancient’s Liaison.
    He rubbed his eyes and yawned. Fuck, he wasn’t cut out to sit. He wanted to be out killing stuff. Instead, he’d been volunteered into helping out with research. Yeah, and he’d already covered this ground in his complaining. Get over it , he thought. You’re here so get it done.
    A mug containing steaming liquid was placed on the desk beside him. He glanced up to find Quenton and wondered once again what the hell the man thought. He was pretty much an enigma and kept conversation to a minimum. Reaper thought he’d be all Chatty Cathy, but the man had sat so quietly Reaper often thought he was alone. Until he looked up, of course, and there’d Quenton would be with his dark head bent low over some bit or piece of parchment.
    “What is it?” Reaper asked, staring into the mug. “Doesn’t look like coffee.”
    “Tea, and just try it. If you don’t like it, I’ll get you coffee.” Quenton said with a shake of his head. “I don’t understand what all of you see in coffee, but to me, it’s bitter and fairly disgusting.”
    Reaper started to deny, but actually thought about it. “Well yeah, but sometimes that’s the only thing that can get you going in the morning.”
    “You’re going to fall back on the drink being an acquired taste? That’s bullocks, and you know it. Try the tea, you might actually like it. And it has caffeine.”
    Reaper sniffed at the cup and took a sip. It was actually not bad. Strong, with a slight smoky flavor and a tad sweet. He took another drink. “It’s pretty good.”
    Quenton blinked. “Really?”
    “I said it, didn’t I?”
    “It just surprised me since most of you all go on and on about leaf water.”
    “Well, for leaf water, it’s okay.” Reaper shrugged and leaned back over the letter he was attempting to read. The writing was fairly cramped and small, which made it difficult to decipher.
    Quenton put a magnifying glass next to him. “Try that, it might help.”
    “Thanks.” Reaper used it to study the letter, thankful that he could actually see a bit better. As he read, he realized this Ancient was writing to a human. A human he couldn’t get out of his mind. “I think I might have something.”
    Quenton came to lean over him. “Finally, I was starting to