Roman followed her scent to the next club. It was faint, an indication that she'd been in a crowd and other people's had probably ended up mixing with hers. Combined with alcohol, it was a wonder he could still smell it. She didn't strike him as the type to party. Then again, he knew nothing about her. If he'd taken the time to get to know her, he might have been able to predict where she would go next and he could have already found her by now. But because he'd been as ass... Goddess, how much longer was this going to take? Was she playing hide and seek with him?
That bastard Anson had shown up at the pack with another member claiming they both had nowhere else to go. He knew he was being shameless but for the woman's sake, he had put his pride aside. According to him, she'd lost everyo
