She was about to turn back to the entrance to the bar when two men ran past her, spotted her, and stopped. They walked closer to her.
One was a very big, dark man and the other one was shorter and lithe. Both of them gave her the impression of being wealthy men.
Were they the men Andrew had ran away from? He had gone without even giving her a description of what the vampire wore or looked like. How was she to find him?
"You are a friend of his, aren't you?" The shorter man was almost shouting at her.
"A friend of who?" She frowned.
"Andrew."
They knew him?
"No. Why do you ask that?"
"Because you have his scent on you. Tell me, do you know where he lives?"
"No." She said, her head exploding with questions. "I don't even know who Andrew is. Are you talking about the guy I stood wit
