Daphne
Louis muttered a curse under his breath. “Stay here,” he ordered, but of course I didn’t listen. I pushed myself off the counter and fell into step beside Louis as he sped out toward the west wing of the house where the helipad was located on the roof.
“What’s happening,” I asked me when we reached the rooftop. The helicopter was already visible, and approaching fast, its rotors beating a weird rhythm into the atmosphere.
“I don’t know,” he said tensely. “But there must be something really remarkable about Nash’s blood sample to bring the king of the Vampires all the way up here.”
I could tell Louis was worried, although he was trying to hide it. I felt his anxiety zinging through the mate bond. He had thought he could give Matthias Black the sample, without revealing t
