“Meet Soraya,” Paris said and stood up from the chair he was sitting on. “Soraya meet the new vampire king,” Paris showed toward Michael.
“Your wife? I thought she was dead.” Michael frowned, confused. “Where is Ann?”
“She left to go look for Jessica,” Paris said.
“I thought Wynn and Deacon would have sniffed her out by now,” Michael said with his confused eyes on Soraya, wondering, ‘does this mean Ann is all mine?’
“Merch is an excellent tracker. If anyone is going to find this Jessica girl, it will be him.” Soraya shuffled on the edge of the bed where she was sitting.
“Merch?” Michael questioned.
“Merch is her current husband, and he left with Ann, but he is not a good guy,” Paris said, looking at Soraya.
“And you allowed her to leave with him?” Michael stormed out of the room and sped out of the compound.