I didn’t envy him his job tonight. He’d formed a friendship with Nate over the last month. Now he had to interrogate and most likely torture the vampire that used to be his friend.
As soon as Tristan left, I pulled out my cell phone and called the one person who could help Sara through this. Roland was her best friend, and he’d known Nate his whole life. As much as I wanted to be the one she turned to, she needed Roland more now.
“Nikolas?” Roland said slowly. “Did you dial the wrong number?”
“No.” I lowered my voice. “Something has happened.”
“What?” he demanded. “Is Sara okay?”
“Sara is okay, physically at least.”
His voice rose. “What the hell does that mean? What happened to her?”
“What’s going on?” asked a voice in the background that I recognized as Peter’s.
I let out a deep
