Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Michael crouched in the open window of Warren’s office with the shadows of night wrapped securely around him. Kane couldn’t see him but he could see Kane just fine and wondered what had suddenly agitated his long-lost friend.

Seeing Kane drop from the roof across the street and sprint toward the club, Michael knew it was time to intervene before Kane did something they both would regret. In the past, Kane had often ended up doing things that were extremely stupid. Things that had nearly gotten them killed more than once. But Kane had never stooped this low.

“Some hardheaded vampires should seriously come with instruction manuals,” Michael said with an aggrieved sigh, wondering who this was going to hurt more… him or Kane. Stepping off the window ledge, he dropped soundlessly to the ground, landing right in Kane’s path.

“Kane, just how long did you think I would let you get away with not speaking to me?” Michael asked, with his arms crossed over his chest.