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Morgan was quiet for what seemed like forever. “I hope he’s gone forever. I had some suspicion that he had something to do with Craig’s death. I just didn’t want to say anything to you about it. I know that sounds all conspiracy theory, but all of it was so sudden. Craig is not road raging anybody.”

“It was sudden.” I tried to say it convincingly, but I was sure she wasn’t convinced.

“You must know something about his whereabouts. Did anyone reach out to you?”

“Not yet. I just know Lonzo did some bad things to a lot of people.”

“If he’s gone from the face of this earth, that would be good news.” She added.

“He’s probably gone.”

“I think you know something. You don’t have to tell me the details. I’m just glad you’re safe.”

“Do you want to stay here or go back to Zand’s loft apartment? I have a room ready for you. It’s close to lake Michigan and you can see the entire Chicago skyline from the roof.”

“Fine, whatever. You convinced me. I will go back to your man’s other place with you.”

“I promise. It’s all good girl. Zand is going to go into work tonight so we can just hang out.”

“Fine. We can stop off at the store and get some more wine. You better not be taking me to a dump in the hood. I don’t know the good neighborhoods from the bad ones, and you don’t either.”

“Morgan, you saw the nightclub that he owns and that’s not a dump.”

“True. That club looks expensive. Is he leasing? Or does he own it?”

“He owns it, I think.”

“Does Zand have any brothers?”

“No.” He has one Black son, but I couldn’t tell her that. “Drink up so we can take your bags down to the car.”

“What’s the damn rush?”

“I just want you to see the place. It is so nice, and I know you’ll love it.”

I wasn’t afraid to be in this apartment anymore. I had just made myself at home at the loft. Morgan didn’t know Lonzo had assaulted me only a few feet away. I just wanted to get out of here. It didn’t take long for Morgan to grab her things.

I made sure I locked up. We took the elevator down to the first-floor parking lot.

“Hey where’s your car?”

“It’s not here. I left it at Zand’s place. I got a ride.” I looked around the parking lot and noticed Josh sitting in the car alone. As soon as I sat comfortably in her vehicle, I sent Josh a text message stating we were headed back to the loft.

As soon as we pulled out of the parking lot, Josh pulled out behind us. I hoped Morgan wouldn’t realize we were being followed. I didn’t tell him to keep his distance, but I also didn’t want to scare Morgan.

When we arrived at Zand’s place, we parked in the underground garage and took the elevator up. Josh didn’t pull into the garage behind us. He knew to give us some space.

Just as I suspected. Morgan was wowed by the three-story red brick building with large windows and an opulent view of downtown Chicago. The place was decorated beautifully. Morgan could roam around freely without figuring out Zand was a vampire.

Zand had a special place for his blood stash. He rarely drank blood in front of me. But at this point, I wouldn’t mind either way. I knew full well he needed to survive.

After hours of drinking and catching up, Morgan wanted to go out and party. I suggested The Castle. It was the only place I knew about. She was all for it. I thought about calling Zand and then decided to pop up on him. I needed to make sure he was being good.

We had been drinking like fish. So, I made sure Josh drove us to The Castle. Morgan was too lit to question why I had a driver. Maybe Josh would tell Zand we were coming, but I didn’t bother to ask him.

Morgan was dressed in an all black cat suit with sheer cutouts on the legs and stomach. I was wearing something a little more modest, a long green dress with a plunging neckline. My hair was wavy, and I felt sexy as memories of Zand biting my inner thighs flooded my mind. Maybe I will let him bite metonight if we get to see each other privately. I didn’t feel woozy after he took my blood yesterday. Then again, I should probably wait a few days before I gave him more of my crimson delights.

Josh dropped us off at the front door. We were ushered to the front of the line as soon as Layla saw us. It seemed the Charlize Theron look-alike was always there. She took my hand and guided me right over to the bar. This time, I knew the bartender’s name. I also knew he was a vampire. Times had really changed in such a short period of time.