Chapter 4Herne ambled leisurely into Diamond and looked around the bar. He’d already visited several other bars where Prinz’s rescuer could have worked, but so far Jem’s name and vague description had only resulted in shrugs and headshakes.
Perhaps he’d be luckier here. He’d flashed his security ID badge to the skinny, silver-haired, almost lavender-eyed man at the door and had been reluctantly granted entrance. He turned to look at him.
“So, what’s your name?”
“Byron.” The folded arms matched the irritated tone. Herne smiled at him, just to irritate him more.
“You could have just told me what you wanted outside.” Byron moved his hands to plant them firmly on slender hips.
“Now where would be the fun in that?” Herne replied in a low rasp. Byron was exactly the type that pushed Herne’s
