Connor had known it was inevitable for his best friend to find him. They were two sides of the same coin. Just like he and Faith were. It was never if Dimitri found him, but when would he find him. The witches had done their jobs, but a good hunter would be able to overcome magic to find it's prey.
This was sacred duty to Dimitri Belikov. They had a pact that neither would let the other carry on as a vampire. It didn't matter if the vampire didn't care about the pact; Belikov was loyal to the friend he was mourning. Not to the demon watching him from a short distance away. Of course he had been a demon before, but he was a true Aurelian now.
An Aurelian with an obsession. A small smile appeared on his pale features as he leaped up to a high branch, settling in a crouch as he inhaled the dhampir's scent. Absolutely delicious.
"You got my note? I kept waiting for a response. I know the mail system isn't what it used to be, but you should be able to improvise."
His words were soft, his body relaxed, but they were both on guard. Waiting to see who would make the first move. "How's life been treating you, Dimitri? Been fishing lately?"