An hour before dawn Friday morning, Sand was watching from the bedroom window as Andre parked the McLaren in a visitor’s spot in the lot behind the apartment building. His pulse sped up when he saw Andre get out of the car. He had called Sand twenty minutes previously, telling him to “Get your lazy ass out of bed. I’ll be there in no time.”
Still half asleep, Sand had laughed, then shot awake when it hit him. He’s here. He made it. It’s happening.
Now, he hurried to the apartment door, waiting for Andre to buzz to be let into the building. That happened a few moments later. When the vampire stepped off the elevator, Sand was waiting at the open door to his place. He smiled in relief when Andre sped up as he came down the hallway. Dropping his bags, Andre wrapped his arms around Sand, pul
