Chapter 5

Forget going to bed. Logan may or may not have been loitering near the front hall of the vampire's mansion, waiting for a certain woman.

Pathetic really, considering he was a grown man, but he could at least say he didn't wag his tail when she walked through the door. Inwardly, he might have cheered a little because, despite her having been saved by that damnable Desmond at the downtown hotel, she appeared none too pleased.

"Interesting meeting," was his tame remark to the scowl on her face.

"Don't you start. That is not at all what I expected to happen."

"And what did you expect?" Titus remarked, stepping out of nowhere. And they said cats should wear bells. They'd obviously never met a sneaky vampire.

"I don't know." A heavy sigh escaped her. "Something. Anything. What a complete waste of time."

"Was it?" Logan interjected.

"The dragon lady wouldn't tell me anything. So, yes, I'd say it was a waste."