Chapter Twelve
The booze, the music, and the blood supply were holding strong.
Gabriel’s patience, however, was not.
In the hours since he’d left his brothers, he’d been propositioned by no less than a dozen female vampires, groped by several of the males, jostled, spilled upon, crashed into, and—thanks to a trio of drunk, overeager alpha wolves trying to impress their fated mates with their terribly uncoordinated dance moves—suffered no less than three broken toes.
Thank the bloody devil for vampire healing.
Despite the abuse he’d suffered at the hands—and feet—of his own patrons, Gabriel was no closer to learning anything about Duchanes as he was the day he’d interrogated Jacinda.
Either the bloody supernaturals didn’t understand his less-than-direct questions, or they were all pla
