Third POV
"Where is your boss?" zyran snapped at one of the vampires, who hissed at him.
Before the vampire could respond, Ivan appeared, dressed in a disheveled manner. As soon as he entered, he froze upon seeing who was present in his club.
He recalled the time they had barged into his office, demanding Nerina. He had suspected they were wolves, but what puzzled him was why wolves would be in a club like his. He had been bitten in less than a minute, yet he had no intention of exposing himself to the wolves.
Ivan was too focused on business to worry about breaking the rules. The club was thriving and ranked among the best in London; it also served as a source of fresh blood for his vampires. He charged them a hefty fee to allow them to feed, but they only erased the memories of their victims.
