Nox arrived at the place where Alex and his team were stationed and immediately spotted Darryl standing with Terrence. He stepped out of the car and shut the door firmly behind him.
“Nothing?” Nox asked, his voice low but sharp.
Alex met his gaze and shook his head. There was no progress.
“Thank you for the help, Nox,” Darryl said, though his tone carried more weariness than gratitude.
Darryl had already accepted that they had lost this time. The cunning vampires were skilled at covering their tracks, leaving nothing behind for them to follow. It frustrated him deeply—if only he had been more careful, if only he had sent his best men right away, this might not have happened. His negligence had cost them dearly. He had underestimated his enemies, and now the weight of that mistake press
