Ivon had followed the signal for a while until it suddenly stopped. One of two things had happened. Either Ollie was dead, which meant Ivon himself couldn’t torture the young vampire, or, something had stopped his magic. There was a huge building in the distance with a lot of traffic around it. Ivon’s fingers clenched around the steering wheel.
Was he going to go investigate? Or should he turn around and leave? If Linda hadn’t been involved in this the answer would have been clear. With her missing, it threw a wrench into things. Sighed he parked the car and stalked towards his objective. From the look of things, it appeared Ollie had got himself involved with AAE’s damn auction.
A tiny thought wandered through his brain. A small mental bleep, but enough to make him miss a step. Was he
