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03.18 The murder of one
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03.19 Heart of darkness

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WITH A GASP, AIDYNN FLIES UP WITH A SMALL COUGH. She glances around the generously sized room with brown carpet, a large window with the off-white curtains covering it, a TV that's turned off is sitting on an oak stand with many drawers and a mirror beside it, and a white one-arm chaise with a small pillow on it along with a thinner blue blanket.

The hybrid looks down and sees she's in a very large bed with four fluffy pillows and white cotton sheets with a plush brown duvet.

"Oh, good morning, Angel." The cheer voice makes her flinch back, now noticing a stream of steam drippling from the opened door. She glances from the floor to where the voice w-Holy Mother of Goddess! She gulps as she trails her eyes upwards from Kol's naked torso with a few drops of water sliding over his lean body that's only covered by a fluffy white towel to his cheeks that are dented with dimples from his grin to his beautiful glimmering brown eyes. "Angel?"

"Mmm?"

"Are you alright?"

She hums with a nod, rubbing her head yet she pauses. "Wait, where are we?"

"Denver, Colorado." he answers as he treks to the dresser and tosses the drawer open. "Did you know White Oak still exists?"

"Wh...?"

"Apparently so. Rebekah discovered a Native Calendar in the tunnels where she was holding the doppelganger. Now, we are in Denver to compel and befriend the youngest Gilbert for leverage."

"How'd we get here?"

"I compelled us an airplane, I boarded whilst you were sleeping, and we landed so I brought us here a few days ago."

"Days?! I've been out of it for days!?" The brunette exclaims and rises from the bed quickly, she stumbles from becoming light-headed and, such a sweetheart he is, Kol vamped and caught her. Her hands plant on his stomach as the world spins, slightly digging her nails in with her shaky hands as one of his wraps around her upper arm to hold her in place with the other cradling the crown of her head as she leans her forehead on his chest that's warm and freshly clean.

"You ok?"

"Oth-Other than the world looking like a merry-go-round on steroids, perfect."

He walks backwards, letting her thighs hit the bed as he pets her head softly. He smiles as her cold huff of air hits his chest, so he inquires: "You hungry?"

As if on command, her stomach loudly rumbles in hunger which he snickers at as she leans up and looks him in the eyes. "Oh, yes. Starving, always starving."

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