haunted by the ghost of you

"I could as you the same," the woman said.

"You may," Archon permitted.

A sister of Hannibal's? Well that was interesting.

"What an intimidating name," Archon mused. "I am Archon Abraxas."

He let a silence pass between them for a moment. To him, at least, it wasn't awkward. It allowed their thoughts to settle and for them to figure out what to say next. When Archon was ready, his voice lifted again.

"Hannibal is missing, I presume." Archon wasn't sure what to make of the information. He didn't know a ton about Hannibal to begin with. He only knew the man felt under utilized and that he wanted to make his own pack. "Where does that leave you?" Was she entirely lost? Angry? Did she have anyone else to return to? Archon wondered. She didn't owe him any words, but then again, Archon wasn't certain that even she knew the answer to the questions yet.