Dr. Hamish Stewart looked almost exactly like Cadence expected him to. Disproportionately large nose, thick glasses (which made no sense since he was a Vampire, but then Hines wore them...), messy salt and pepper hair, button down shirt unbuttoned one button too far, slacks, loafers, and a smirk on his face that told her he wasn’t planning on saying much of anything.

She’d figure out how to change that.

“You sure you don’t want me in there with you?” Cale had asked in the hallway right before she’d gone in alone. “If he does anything....”

“He’s tied to a chair. What can he do?” she’d countered. Cale had been standing...