It was a slow night at Club Andros. Even the resident Daimons didn't put in an appearance. Vanessa was frowning as she tended bar. No Daimons was not a good sign in her book. No Apollites was downright unnerving. It was as if her cousins knew there was a storm brewing.

The Tigard was edgy, nervous. Wanting out to prowl. The human employees were on edge as well. It was as if a bomb was waiting to go off.

Unable to shake it, she switched off the bar with Davis and went over to where Jaye was working. Being near her mate never failed to sooth her before, yet that nervousness was not settling.

"Something's not right."