Ginger POV
Ginger was gobsmacked. She never expected her mate to be a vampire. She didn’t know they existed before, of course, but this particular vampire was going to be a problem. He was one of the ones who set up that club of nightmares.
What made it so much harder was that he was devastatingly attractive. He was one of those big, muscular guys and she could see those muscles bulging beneath his dress shirt. The mood lights in the private dining room shined on his chestnut hair, and those hazel eyes seemed like they were staring into her soul.
“I’m Denton Emerald,” the man with the jet-black hair said, breaking the silence. “Why don’t we sit and begin our discussion.”
“Will there be food?” Indigo asked as they all sat.
Ylana glared at her brother and shushed him.
Denton gave Indigo a cool smile. “A waitress of our choosing will be here soon. She’s been . . . told to ignore any odd conversation.”