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Talon was so pissed off it wasn't even funny. He gets an email totally out of the blue, to meet here, at some random assed house that supposed to belong to Acheron, the Dark-hunter that no one had ever even seen, he existed only online. Whoa, that was not a house. That's a palace.
"You got the email too?" Talon turned to see Kyrian getting out of his favorite Porsche, Zarek pulling up the drive behind him.
"Yep." Zarek got off his motorcycle. "Hey Zarek."
"Either of you know what's going on?" Short, sweet and to the point.
"No." Kyrian was also not happy. "I thought that I wasn't a Dark Hunter any more."
"But you have dealt with Desi-Do-Stupid, and your expertise would be helpful." Talon turned around (again). There was a tall blonde dress in black leather pants, a black t-shirt with quarter length sleeves. One perfectly shaped eyebrow arched over a swirling mercury eye.
"And you are?" Zarek was the only one with enough balls (or few enough fucks to give) to snark at the guy.
"Acheron."
Talon and Kyrian jerked back, shocked.
"You actually exist, I'm surprised."
"Me too."
Kyrian cut in. "Why are we here?"
Acheron turned around, starting to walk towards the house, gesturing over his shoulder for them to follow him. Kyrian tensed as he recognized Valerius's car in parked on front of the garage. Acheron had never seemed stupid before. He did have a direct line to the Fates, though so, he probably knew what would go down. Inside was probably the biggest surprise any of them had ever had.
Talon was the first to come out of his stupor. "Ceara?"