Prepare

“How in the hell did you allow her to escape? AGAIN?!” Sloane was seething, spit spewing from his angry mouth as he listened to his informant on the cell phone.

He set his phone on speaker, then pushed away from his desk to pace the large office. He listened intently as the vampire on the other end of the line muttered excuse after excuse.

If Sloane could have, he would have sworn he was about to have an aneurysm from the stress. He was surrounded by idiots.

“I don’t care about your excuses! What the fuck happened?” he leaned over his phone, braced his hands on either side. He raked a hand over his face, trying to calm himself. “Now tell me once again. What happened?”

Silence fell in the room.

The informant cleared his throat before speaking, “Sir. I kept tabs on the girl and Malachy for most of the night before they slipped away, out of the ballroom at Opal Moon.”

“And?” Sloane groaned out through gritted teeth, not hiding the irritation in his voice.

The informant’s heavy breathi