<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">The muffled sound of Wes’ voice calling back to her did not make her cease the hard, persistent knocking. Ava continued to beat against the door like a mad woman, even when she heard how he scrambled in his rude awakening; the shatter of a bulb and the thud of his body as it hit the unforgiving ground. For a while longer she let her fist come down again and again, until the door opened and the Hunter revealed himself. Her lips parted, preparing themselves to form admonishing words for his tardiness, but she was caught off guard by the tidied facial hair that better followed the natural line of his jaw and the fresh cut that framed his face nicely. And, though he was still heavy-eyed, traces of sleep still lingering on his features, he appeared rested. With raised brows and bright eyes she examined him beyond the threshold of the door, impressed by what a pair of sheers and a good nights’ sleep could do. There was more color in his cheeks, his eyes vivid and dare she say . . . No. Ava shook her head softly, dispersing silly thoughts to focus on her self-appointed mission. She came for answers, she reminded herself, dispelling nonsensical thoughts. <br/>
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Whatever fire that blazed behind the door was extinguished, much like her own. It was as though he had forgotten about her almost, only having remembered her upon seeing her at his doorstep. The thought was nearly enough to make her angry again when he disappeared behind the door. Ava took a deep breath, letting the air she inhaled calm her as she moved to the chair next to the small table. She took a seat, waiting patiently while he readied himself. When he emerged once again he was no longer wearing the sheets like a robe, instead a slightly creased shirt that he smoothed over with his palms. Eventually those hands reached for the cup, and while she was tempted to hold it hostage until he gave her what she wanted she nudged it closer to him. <br/>
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“It’s fine.” She told him, but her tone and demeanor said otherwise, at least for the time being. “And, I slept well, thanks. It looks like, despite your ‘long night’ you slept well, too. Hopefully you’re rested enough to talk some more about Dresden.” Ava mentioned carefully, as if invoking the Vampire’s name might conjure more ghosts and visions. In the absence of that horrid ringing in her ears and the darkness that clouded her sight, she proceeded. “I was thinking about what you said last night, about him possibly making deals with other supernaturals. I’m sure you know this, but Shifters and Vampires don’t actually get along. Since you’ve been tracking him, is this a new development? Does he typically seek protection and alliances with other beings?” Ava wanted to know exactly what she was dealing with. If it was just Vampires then that was one thing, but going against other creatures made securing resources difficult. The same weapons and materials did not have effects across the board. Silver was effective on Skinwalkers and Shifters, but minimally effective on Vampires. Even Demons required something different, iron to weaken them and spells to bind them. <br/>
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“You also mentioned that he had followers . . . What did you mean by that?” </span>