Sand, sprawled casually in one of the chairs, was the only person in the office when Andre entered.
“This is how you play security guard?” Andre asked with a grin.
Sand saluted him, replying, “I wish.”
“Where’s Thorin?”
“Giving his friends a tour of the club.”
“I hope they didn’t give you any grief,” Andre said.
“Let’s say they didn’t threaten my life and leave it at that.”
“Why would we?” one of them asked as he, his companion, and Thorin entered the office. “We’re well aware you’re not our enemy…for the foreseeable future.”
“No, he’s not,” Andre stated, gripping Sand’s shoulder as he waited for Thorin to introduce him to the others.
“Andre, this is Baptiste—” Thorin nodded to the brown-haired vampire who had spoken, “—and Grigorii.” Grigorii was shorter that the rest of them, wi
