CHAPTER FIFTEEN
IVAN FELT A BIT NAUSEOUS as the bass beat of the club music pulsed through his bones. The swirl of humanity caused his skin to itch. He didn't like being amongst so many people when he couldn't fight them or feed off them. And they'd been expressly forbidden to do either tonight, all except the dhamphir. It had been a difficult choice for Matteo: take his pet project out on the town or force the gargoyles to bend to his will since they were more tolerant than obedient. In the end, the woman had won out. Not the choice Ivan would have made, given the currents of unease that rippled through the netherworld at the moment. A guard that wanted nothing more than to rend apart flesh, vampire or human, could be useful.
Ivan glanced towards where the woman stood. Camellia, Matteo
