‘Let’s go to my studio,’ Pierce said.
He led us to a back room.
A tidy desk, some padded chairs, a sofa and a large library. There was a large painting of the Thames on one wall.
Pierce probably wanted to sit at his desk but Adrian flopped down onto one end of the couch. Pierce decided to sit on the other end and crossed his legs.
‘Come here, little pet,’ Adrian said. ‘If I can survive without food, Harry can survive without f*****g you for five minutes.’
‘I didn’t know that you leaches were jealous,’ Pierce smiled, sarcastically. ‘Possessive yes, but at least I don’t use her as a blood bank.’
I snorted. ‘Please, don’t start again,’ I said. I sat exactly in the middle of the sofa, with my legs tucked under me.
‘Fine, let’s talk business,’ Pierce began. ‘The pack in Inverness want t
