“Just get the vampire, Wolf. I have a beautiful woman playing coy with me over a ceremony.”
“Tell her where her place is,” Trevor suggested.
“She’s an alpha.” Lachlan sighed.
He laughed. “Your toast.”
“I’m not the one aiming to win Virginia Victoria Dare,” Lachlan reminded him. “I’ve never met a woman more frightening than my sister.”
A gnawing worry crept into Trevor’s mind. “Dare, you didn’t plan, in any way shape or form the meeting with your sister. Did you?”
“You came and found me,” Lachlan said with a smug tone. “I didn’t force you to walk up and say hi.”
The comm went dead and Trevor stared. He was a lone wolf. No Pack, no Clan, nothing to make him great and powerful but his own skill and the loyalty of those that were Dragon Guarding. Lachlan Dare had found him and been more a brother than a friend. He knew the man like no one in any caste could claim too. He knew Lachlan’s secrets. But some days he swore the man was ‘pathic. He always knew where to be. He always got lucky. You couldn’t gamble with Lord Dare, he never lost.
And now Lachlan Dare was giving him the chance to woo the beautiful, lethal, and elusive Lady Virginia Victoria Dare.
He dialed the comm line.