Serge couldn’t ignore the bad feeling he had. Philippe had been gone for several hours. The CE’s things sat on a table in one of the extra bedrooms. He’d left his cell phone, changes of clothes and toiletries. Somehow, looking at the abandoned items, Serge felt both raw stabs of guilt for having driven Philippe away and concern over his whereabouts. The threat of the Soldiers was imminent and they were capable of anything.
At the sound of voices, he turned and saw Valmont walk into the room, followed by Philippe’s friend, Cherry. The female vampire’s large green eyes were red-rimmed. She’d clearly been crying. Cold prickles of foreboding skittered along his nerve endings.
“Any word?” he asked, his panic mounting rapidly.
Cherry shook her head of red wavy hair. “I’ve been trying to reach
