Alexia shook her head, resting one hand on Dorian’s shoulder, looking up at him. “You were correct, my dear, he has no idea.” She turned her gaze back to the vampire who had spoken. “Alexia left the city as soon as she knew Ewan was no longer hers. Pity—” she eyed the fledgling standing next to him. “He is cute but hardly worth all this bother. Shall we leave my dear?”
Dorian nodded. “I agree, he’s not worth our bother, none of them are. The club is in ruins, as ordered, our job is finished.”
Bay hissed in anger. “Who ordered it?” he snarled as he took two long steps towards Dorian, thus separating himself from Ewan and the third vampire.
“Does it matter…now? Your time here is over. Griff, if you would.”
Bay spun around, searching for who it was Dorian had spoken to. A spear of lightni
