Chapter 11Pacing the floor of his real apartment, Prinz was not a happy man. I expected Herne to come back with an address for Jem. I want to see him for myself, know he’s all right. Instead, Herne refused to push Byron for the information, honouring the polymorph’s promise to Jem.
Now my father’s on his way to discuss his latest business plan. A curt rap to the door had Prinz sigh deeply. I so don’t need this.
Plastering a fake smile on his face, Prinz opened the door and stood back as his father swept past. He followed Johnson back through to the lounge.
“Drink, Dad?” Prinz went to the cooler on the table and took out the bottle it held. At Johnson’s nod, Prinz opened the champagne. I should be sharing this with Jem. The thought only added to his morose feelings. However, there was no
