The Grey God

Their faces inches apart, Jenn looked up into Darian's eyes.

"You win," he whispered and then kissed her.

Desire flew through her, hot and fast like the strange energy running between them. Jenn's magic and senses came alive like they did in the immortal world. Darian's scent and touch overwhelmed her while his hot kisses set fire to a desire stronger than any she'd ever experienced. She could think of nothing more than his bare skin against hers, of the feel of his muscles beneath her fingers.

"Darian?" Damian's voice was accompanied by a knock at the door.

Darian withdrew. Jenn's eyes opened, the sound snapping her out of the haze she was in. What she'd done-and been about to do-made her step back. Darian crossed to the door.

Jenn snatched her clothes and fled, Traveling to the one place where she knew the threat and it didn't confuse her. She opened her eyes and found herself in the locker room at the Black God's lair. Her hands were shaking and her body on fire with something she'd never felt before. She couldn't control it, which terrified her.

She pulled on her shirt and jacket, turning towards her locker without opening it. Blood from whatever the vamps had put in it already pooled on the floor. She rubbed her face and shook out her arms, trying to fling away whatever was in her blood.

It didn't work. Jenn paced for a short time, until a vamp entered. Too scattered for a confrontation, Jenn Traveled. Her thoughts turned to the one person she felt comfortable talking to.

"Jenn?"

She turned at the master assassin's low voice. Dusty stood in the corner of a small hotel room, peering out the windows. His cold, chiseled features were bathed in the light of a streetlamp while his room was dark, aside from light lining the cracked bathroom door.

"Ikir wouldn't spring for somewhere decent?" she asked, looking around in disgust. The sagging bed, moldy smell, and cracked window did nothing to settle her nerves.

"I hate living in shit," Dusty said. He lowered the curtain, dropping the room into darkness. A moment later, a light clicked on. His cold eyes took in her features. "What's wrong? Jonny do something stupid?"

"Nah. Him I can handle," Jenn said. She sat down on a wobbly chair and wiped her face. "Just thought I'd drop in and say hi."

"You're too much like me to do anything without a purpose."

"I guess." Jenn smiled faintly, comforted by the presence of her friend. She and Dusty had been platonic lovers, sharing a bed and their frustrations, until Bianca swept him away. Though she missed her friend, Jenn couldn't be happier for Dusty. She, too, adored Bianca. "What're you doing in this hotel? You don't like to get dirty."