Chapter 3“Jem, wait!” To Prinz’s surprise, Jem literally ran, quickly vanishing from sight.
Prinz’s shout came too late. He disliked the idea of Jem walking through a less than wholesome part of the station, feeling suddenly protective of his benefactor.
He rubbed a hand over his chin.
Be honest. You don’t just want to buy him a drink as a thank you. He’s as gorgeous as he is mysterious. There’s no way I’m letting you just disappear, Jem.
With a huff of discontent, Prinz set his face determinedly. He had a rough idea of the bar where Jem worked. He could probably estimate the time the bar had closed if Jem had been cleaning. Maybe his friend Herne could track the pretty jewel down.
Now he had to face the wrath of Herne. Reaching his rooms, Prinz gave a self-deprecating smile at the lo
