Chapter 2
“Johnny, wait!”
Why was Daniel following him? For what purpose? To see Ioan fall apart? He nodded to the footman, who offered a tray containing tiny cups of blood from every nation in the European Union and debated which one to take.
“Johnny.”
The last thing Ioan wanted was to have a conversation in front of servants and guests who’d like nothing more than a new scandal. “I’ve changed my mind,” he said to the footman. “Thank you.”
The footman bowed and approached a knot of guests, who seemed in need of something to drink.
“I need some air.” Ioan turned on his heel and stalked toward a pair of French doors that opened onto a balcony, not waiting to see if Daniel followed him.
The air was cool, and Ioan drew in a deep breath. Pureblood vampyres and turned vampyres might not
