Serge threw back the covers and snatched up his robe from the foot of the bed. He shrugged quickly into it. When he turned, he saw that Philippe was awake now.
The other vampire pushed back his mussed tumble of blond curls. “Is something the matter?”
There was no time to enjoy the sight of Philippe’s naked golden body or his large blue-green eyes heavy with sleep.
“Something’s wrong with Valmont. He called to me.” Serge slid off the bed onto his feet, tying the belt of his robe as he strode for the bedroom door.
“I’ll go with you,” he heard behind him.
Serge didn’t answer. His only goal was to reach Valmont quickly. Down the hallway, he pushed open Valmont’s door, threw the light switch and rushed to his bedside.
Valmont’s eyes were closed, but his head thrashed back and forth on the
