The city lights glimmered like molten gold against the glass towers as Riana’s car sped through the streets of Ambrose City. “Jerry, her penthouse. Let’s check there first”
Her reflection stared back at her from the tinted window, looking calm, controlled, but hollow-eyed from sleepless nights. The Senate voting was only days away, and though she had prepared every speech, every handshake, every alliance, her mind wasn’t on politics tonight.
It was on Sasha.
The last she’d heard, her vampire friend had gone missing after a strange call saying she was being followed. Riana had tried calling back, but the line was dead.
As her driver parked at the lobby of the exclusive penthouse downtown known to house high-ranking vampires with more money than mercy, Riana let out a loud sigh
