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Indigo sat there at first. Her body was still as she released the pen in her hand and waited for the click of contact with the desk beneath it. What Enver just said was hardly a surprise. They talked about this. All of it. Everything that had transpired set off a whole new level of unthinkable happening in Harper Rock around them.

The streets were an obstacle course of walking dead and other worldly creatures moving about. It was impossible to ignore. Unsavory beasts moving about, taking up bold paths blending into the routine ones the general public had made use of ever since she had arrived. What had become of the place that the transplanted Phineas Knight, world traveler and artist, was so proud to call home? The uncle that she adored was swallowed up in the darkness and never returned home. Her brother Davion was a whole other problem she couldn’t solve. Now Harper Rock was becoming uninhabitable for vampire and human alike.

“So, I will just pack up my desk then.” Indigo’s voice raises as her sentenced finished.

Not that she had much to pack. She had far more to consider dealing with her own four businesses. What in the hell was she supposed to do with all of that? Her eyes glanced down at the laptop, the coffee cup and the pen holder placed in front of her for easy access. He was right. This was only going to get worse. It wasn’t what she bargained for when she asked for her fangs.

Perhaps it was all coming down to what she had been warned about beforehand. How things could get bad. As she lifted her body out of the chair and stood on her feet she shook her head dismissing her doubts. She would never regret becoming what she was. This was not her doing. Things were fine, improving quickly in fact until something vomited up the unthinkable into the streets and all hell was let loose. Only the QZ had been isolated by the government. Now that there were beasts of paranormal sources wandering into lawns, businesses and schools what would the world do now? There is no looking away or hiding from it.

“This will mean finding a new hairstylist.” Indigo pulled apart her desk efficiently and gathered up her belongings. “The students will just have to understand. They will be relocating.” She continued to converse with herself while walking in a calm pace since she didn’t have the jet fueled kicks like her boss exhibited. “I hate packing.” She admitted as she stepped into the elevator. “Moving companies.” She growled out the request to her phone to search as she managed to shift the box in her hands so a single fingertip could connect with the button to close the doors. “Harper Rock.” And with that the doors to the elevator closed.

Balthazar really had no warning. In his sedate state he was caught unprepared for Ross’ arrival and her body as it found a familiar position above his. His inked fingers reached out and scooped up the handfuls of perfect curves that were greeted with the predictable squeeze. It wasn’t to be the welcome he was used to. Ross was demanding his attention with a firm grab and twist of his cool skin on his chest. His eyelids snapped up like cheap motel blinds and he hissed at the means in which she was getting her point across. And there he was nearly eyeball to eyeball with the woman who shared his bed and living space. He listened while she left his hands and body and took up her spot on the bed. Something had to be significant. Out of the ordinary for her to be going on like she currently was.

Preparing for whatever it was that had Ross curling her arms around her legs meant Zar using the heels of both hands positioned on the mattress above his hips to push his body up. Once he achieved that his open hands massaged his face finishing off with his fingers brushing at the top of his nose. The scent of WD-40 was subtle but powerful in how it worked him over even if she was keeping her distance. It was Ross afterall. A wrinkle and light snort cleared the distraction while he kicked the sheet down to rest over his hips. That was when she got to the part where she witnessed a mauling that was news to him.

“What in the hell?” He twisted free from where he was sitting and dropped his legs to perch on the edge of the bed and get closer to her. His hands found her dark hair and finger brushed it back while looking into her eyes. “Baby, you okay? It didn’t touch you?” His eyes dropped over her to make sure she wasn’t leaving anything out. While he did his nostrils widened in anger at the danger put in her path. She made it out but what was going on? “That has to be on the news.” He hopped up and grabbed the remote and soon the room was bathing in the glow of the wall flat screen coming to life. “Out in the open like that?” He questioned how and why all at once. “Jesus.”

It was then that the breaking news rolled out the incident Ross was speaking about. As the details broadcast he slowly stepped back and settled his bare inked *** on the bed next to her. As the clips of the reporters in the lobby of the hotel played out he reached over and pulled Ross into his lap and wrapped his arm tight to tuck her in.

“I won’t let anything happen to you.” He whispered in her ear. “I promise.” He kissed her cheek and continued to listen and watch what had become of the streets and city they were in. The bloody, wounded victims squealing their horror was backed up by protesters who seemed to come up with picket signs in record time. Chanting for extermination for all cold blooded freaks was loud and clear. His voice was sure and direct. “Time to pack.”