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enough.
    Maurice sent him a message that he was going to meet him there. He waited patiently at a table until a man walked up and sat down.
    “I am Brian; Maurice sent me.”
    “Where is Maurice?”
    “On his way from Europe; it’s a long trip. Maurice is my sire; you can be open with me. I couldn’t betray him even if I wanted to.”
    “Why did he send you?” Dakarai asked in a menacing tone, like he would rather be slitting Brian’s throat than talking to him.
    “I know you are upset. You want to find Salihah; Maurice told me.”
    “Do you know her?” he asked in a hopeful tone.
    “I don’t know anyone by that name, but that doesn’t mean much. I’m a new fledgling. I can tell you this: Maurice is obsessed with getting Mary back. Help him and he will help you.”
    “And what do you think about your sire’s obsession?”
    “I think he’s bat shit crazy and should move on, but that’s not my place.”
    “Have you ever lost someone you love, Brian; someone you want so bad you can feel it in your soul?”
    Brian looked at him and then looked down in admission. “I have and it hurts everyday she’s not with me, but I don’t let it make me crazy.”
    “So you think I am crazy, too?”
    “It’s not exactly sane to chase after a woman that long. If it’s meant to be, it will happen. You can’t force love.”
    “You are young. Live a hundred, perhaps a thousand, years without your love and you may change your opinion.”
    Brian stood up, and Dakarai followed. “I will tell Maurice things went well and we should proceed as planned. Maurice may be crazy, but he’s my sire and I will protect him with everything. Don't think about betraying us. It would end badly for you.”
    Brian left abruptly without saying goodbye.

    I t was nearly dawn when Maurice and Jacquelyn arrived in Detroit, and they were tired and hungry from the long trip. Maurice had arranged to rent a furnished apartment in Farmington Hills, a suburb of Detroit. It wasn’t fancy by any means, but much better than the abandoned crack house he lived in with Brian the last time he was in Detroit. It was decorated with neutral colors and comfortable furniture. There were two bedrooms and a kitchen with a small dining room. Maurice checked the fridge and found many bottles of blood as ordered.
    They settled into the apartment, checking all the windows for light. There was nothing worse than waking during the day because you missed a spot.
    “Maurice, this is such a cute apartment, but why don’t we stay in a hotel?”
    “Hotels are risky, this is safer. You never have to worry about housekeeping barging in during our death sleep.”
    “Oh, okay,” Jacquelyn replied.
    She looked at Maurice with wide eyes and a desire that he either ignored or didn’t notice. As her sire, he could easily have her; she had more than once implied she was more than willing. He had not taken her up on her offer. She even arranged for him to accidentally walk in on her in the nude; he just walked away without a word. She just couldn’t understand why they had to travel halfway around the world chasing a woman who didn’t want him.
    “Maurice, are you sure this is a good idea? Why chase a woman who can’t see the wonderful man you are?”
    Maurice sat on the modest couch, patted the seat next to him, and waited until Jacquelyn sat next to him. “Because I love her,” he said with sadness in his eyes. “I’ve loved her since before I was Vampire. I wanted to marry her and have a family. That didn’t happen. When I was turned, I thought she was lost to me forever. Then when I found out she was also turned, it was like I was right back in France again looking forward to a future with the woman I loved. I need to get her back to make all this worth it.”
    “Okay, Sire, I understand.” Jacquelyn ran to her bedroom and quickly shut the door. She didn’t want Maurice to see her reaction, the hurt on her face.

Chapter 8
    C onnor stood outside Sally’s