⊹ 《1ST JUNE》
A tiring day.
From an attempt at poisoning (which turned out to be just an unbelievably potent sleeping pill) to a sudden and unexplainable text message... Which disappeared as swiftly as it came. Demetri and Oola were quick to jump on it, wondering if it was Archer... but Archer and her never traded numbers now, did they?
Finally back at the Chez Tzaz, Kiaravell curled up in her nest (bed) and unlocked her phone, seeing that she received another text from Jet half begging her to spare his life and half laughing his a** off. The Black Angel's brows furrowed and her mouth tilted into a half-pout, half-frown. Earlier that night, Kiaravell had gone hunting and had brought along Jet's faithful canine, Creed, just to keep the ex-mercenary from going on about her safety. Something he's been doing more frequently since her return and rumors were spread about a group wanting to hunt her down.
"Please," She'd told him. "There is no one and nothing in this world that could ever make prey out of me."
Once she'd had her fill (several rogue vampires by the outskirts of town), Kiaravell went back to Jet's apartment. She'd only meant to return Creed, but somehow had let herself fall asleep on Jet's bed. When the man returned from the hospital (he was the one who got 'poisoned' in her stead), he didn't hesitate to snap a picture of her... and posted it on Facebook.
The caption: I even get angels in my bed.
Kiaravell stuffed her face into a pillow and let out a shrill, frustrated scream.
"I hate him so much..."
