Senna had stalked after Ivon when he had noticed the vampire slip away after August and had followed suit. He hadn’t been surprised that Nathan didn’t challenge the move. The brown-haired vampire was staring at a door as if trying to melt it with his eyes. Several times he reached for the handle then stopped himself. Senna frowned. “What are you doing?”
Ivon’s head snapped up. His eyes jerked to the door again and he took a step backward distancing himself from the situation. “August,” he whispered.
Senna’s eyes narrowed. “She’s in there?” That was not the office for the boss at all. He clenched his fist as his emotions roiled through him. “Why aren’t you helping her? Isn’t that why you went after her?” he hissed.
Ivon shook his head. “No,” it came out in a whisper. A sigh of defeat. “P
