Eight

*SEBASTIAN*

It was the third day he'd gone to that bar. It was on the outskirts of what would be considered the safer part of the region. It was backing up against the rabid terriories filled with rabid and rogue vampires and lycans. It was a dangerous place to be. And also those villages tended to be shit holes, but this bar was very nice, one of the nicer ones he'd ever been in. There were a few humans in some of the towns that owed him favors, and so he told them to notify him when Blaire was on the move. He'd been informed she'd be traveling there.

He spent a few days prior establishing a reputation as 'calm' with the bartender to avoid issues while he observed her, gathering information the best he could.

He was expecting his heart to leap hard in his chest and his stomach to twist when she walked into the bar and made eye contact with him. She turned away uncaring, but she of course knew what he was. He knew her and the bartender were talking about him. Which really was agains