“It is about damn time.” Lucian hardly looked up from pouring his glass of wine as Rowan strode into the room. His parlor room, that he’d practically broken into. The vampire would have smelled him the moment he set foot on the premises. In fact he was banking on it. Not the politest way to meet someone and it was certainly an ungodly hour, but he didn’t feel comfortable just hoping to glimpse Rowan at the bar. It didn’t feel right being there, he hadn’t set foot in the place since well before New Year’s, and he had little desire to do so at the moment. “I’m not here to cause trouble.” For once. “Just figured I hadn’t checked up on you.” His tone softened and he looked up from where he’d poured a second glass of wine before setting the bottle down. “Been a while.” @rcwanbcrdeaux
