“It would help my thinking process if the two of you would stop pacing and sit,” Thorin said a couple of minutes after they entered his office.
“It won’t help mine,” Andre countered, even though he did as his Sire suggested.
Sand didn’t reply, merely taking the last chair by Thorin’s desk before asking, “How good is your security?”
“The best money can buy,” Thorin replied. “That’s just the physical kind—cameras, motion sensors we turn on when the club is closed, monitors on all the windows and doors. I’m sure there are others I’m not remembering at the moment.”
“Then there’s our security guards,” Andre said. “Vampires, of course, who are here from dusk to dawn.”
“But not during daylight hours,” Sand replied.
Thorin smiled dryly. “I don’t think a sleeping vampire would be of much use.
