Chapter Eight
Despite a monumental amount of complaining from the so-called most ruthless Redthorne Royal, Sasha got her way in the end, and Gabriel took them for an early lunch at a gourmet soup-and-salad café near Charley’s building—the first meal she’d been able to keep down all day.
The food perked her up, but the post-lunch ride to Ravenswood in Gabriel’s BMW was long and awkward, with Sasha happily chatting away from the backseat while Gabriel attempted to drown her out with the news radio. It was the same story on every channel—something about a raid at a popular nightclub in the East Village, resulting in a major drug and s*x trafficking bust. Charley couldn’t imagine why he was so interested; she’d assumed vampires like Gabriel would be above the city’s human dramas.
Still, Cha
