Sebastian~
The convoy rolled into Vereth at exactly 9:00 p.m., the city lights flickering like a sea of restless fireflies against the night sky. From my seat in the limousine, I watched the towering skyscrapers pass by, my mind heavy with an unsettling weight I couldn't quite name.
Something was off.
Zane had been acting strange since his conversation with Natalie. He hadn't said much after the mind call, which was unusual for him. Normally, he'd throw some sarcastic comment my way, tease me about my brooding tendencies, or demand that I stop making the limousine "feel awkward with my ancient vampire humor." But tonight, he'd been stiff, silent—calculating.
When we finally pulled into the gated estate, the guards stationed at the entrance straightened immediately, their postures rigid with fear. Zane's presence had that effect on people. Mr Cole Lucky was cold, ruthless, and unpredictable. But I knew him better than that.
