“Good afternoon Sire Grey,” the man said as Link showed him into my office.
“Welcome Sire Thomas,” I said as we shook hands and I led him over to the couch area.
“Please call me Johnathan,” he said as we sat down, and I offered him a drink.
Johnathan didn’t seem to be much older than me, and he seemed relaxed in my office. I didn’t get any bad vibes from him. Although I never judged someone on first appearances, looks can be deceiving, and I didn’t trust that easily.
“I’ll just cut to the chase here,” he said with a smile as he took the glass I offered him.
“That works for me,” I said and leaned back in the seat.
“Like you, I’m the second son of a Sire. My father’s lair is based in California, so when I heard that Springfield was looking for a replacement Sire, I took the opportunity
