Chapter 21

Alaric

The morning sun beat down as Silas pulled up to Bistro Valois.

"I'll call when I'm done." I straightened my tie and stepped onto the sidewalk.

The hostess practically tripped over herself, leading me to Gid's table. He sat in the corner booth, already nursing what looked like his second espresso.

"You're late." Gid didn't look up from his phone.

"Traffic." I slid into the leather booth acro