Julian's POV
Connor had summoned me again, and I already knew it wasn't going to be good.
His mansion stood proud in the heart of the city, a picture of dominance and luxury, just like him. Connor always carried himself with that unshakable confidence, a grin that made you wonder whether he was planning your salvation or your downfall. Today, I suspected the latter.
The vampire at the door nodded, letting me in without a word. Inside, Connor stood near the bar, a crystal glass of bourbon in his hand. He turned as I entered, his expression light but his eyes razor-sharp.
"Julian," he greeted, his voice smooth as ever. "Right on time."
I nodded. "Connor. What's this about?"
He didn't answer immediately, instead swirling the amber liquid in his glass and studying me with t
