Arthur sat in the back of his car, lost in thought when Conrad lowered the partition that separated the two.
His ice-blue eyes gazed into the rearview mirror, and Arthur knew something was amiss. After a long day at the office, all Arthur wanted to do was go home, bathe, and then visit Anna. But from what Conrad's expression, this was not going to happen. “What is it?”
“Cristina and Anna are at a nightclub, King Knight.” Conrad's tone indicated that he did not want to be the bearer of bad news.
Conrad was the first person Arthur had turned, and the shifter had remained loyal and at his side for centuries. Everyone Arthur had turned was loyal, though he hadn’t converted anyone in a very long time.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Arthur waved a hand. “Take us there.”
If this was Cris
