“Since when has that stopped you?”
“Never, I suppose.”
Andre left to check the security videos. He returned several minutes later with a photo of Sand, to find Thorin was busy on the computer. He handed him the picture, which Thorin scanned in and attached to what he said was an email to the various vampire kings across the country.
“Now, we wait, and hope Sand hasn’t decided to go to ground in some small town, or returned to his pack,” Thorin said after sending the email.
“I’ll pay the pack and its town a visit,” Andre replied.
“Invisibly, I hope.”
“Of course. I don’t have a death wish.”
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