With single minded purpose he barged into Marcus and Tamara’s suite of rooms, not bothering to knock. Strung too tight to bother with social niceties. He’d spent all night and the better part of the day looking for any trace of Cody. And found nothing. No trace, not even a small blip on the radar. A disappearing act the magicians on the strip would give a limb to learn. No one just vanishes without a trace. Something had gone down, and Cody was in the middle of it, needing backup right the fuck now! Christophe only cared about getting his buddy back. His gut told him whatever happened to Cody was far from good. His instinct never lied. A curse came from Tambra as she was firmly placed behind Marcus’s huge body. Their leader scowled, his dark eyes glinting with flashes of red. Christophe didn’t need a neon brick to land on his head to know he just intruded on an intimate moment between the two. He noticed Marcus’s t-shirt on the floor with another much more feminine shirt tangled with it.
