Avalon sat at the bar, swirling the drink in his hand, the amber liquid catching the dim light of the club. The music thumped around him, people chatting, laughing, flirting—but none of it seemed to pull him in tonight.
Normally, he could find a distraction here within minutes. Omegas, Betas, even Alphas would throw themselves at him, eager for a night with a vampire as powerful and desirable as he was. But tonight, none of the usual temptations stirred him.
His mind was elsewhere. No matter how many drinks he downed, how many enticing glances were thrown his way, all he could think about was Tomas.