It's noon, Valerius. We both should be asleep?" Acheron paused. "Where are you anyways?"
"I don't know," Valerius said. "I hear some godawful kind of music from outside, horns blaring, and I'm in a house with a mohawk cuckoo bird, a transvestite, and a knife-wielding lunatic."
"Why are you at Tabitha's?" Acheron asked.
"Excuse me?"
"Relax," Acheron said with a yawn. "You're in good hands. Tabby won't hurt you."
"She stabbed me!"
"Damn," Ash said. "I told her not to stab any more Hunters. I hate it when she does that.

Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon

It's noon, Valerius. We both should be asleep?" Acheron paused. "Where are you anyways?"<br />"I don't know," Valerius said. "I hear some godawful kind of music from outside, horns blaring, and I'm in a house with a mohawk cuckoo bird, a transvestite, and a knife-wielding lunatic."<br />"Why are you at Tabitha's?" Acheron asked.<br />"Excuse me?"<br />"Relax," Acheron said with a yawn. "You're in good hands. Tabby won't hurt you."<br />"She stabbed me!"<br />"Damn," Ash said. "I told her not to stab any more Hunters. I hate it when she does that. - Sherrilyn Kenyon

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