“I suppose…” she replied, her expression saying she wasn’t certain she agreed.
“He’s one mixed up kid,” Griff murmured. “Desperate for love but he doesn’t know how to get it. Every dance at the club was an act of seduction, more so with me, I guess because he knew me, but he was hungry to make that connection.”
Brad nodded. “It’s too bad we don’t know someone.”
“Even if you did, playing matchmaker is not a good idea,” Nolan told him. “Not with someone as fragile as Ewan seems to be.”
“It’s all moot if we don’t find him,” Alexia declared softly.
* * * *
“You wished an audience with me?” The vampire, who appeared to be in his mid-twenties, looked up from his desk to stare at Dorian.
“Yes, sir,” Dorian replied, bowing his head momentarily to acknowledge the vampire’s real age and power
