He wasn’t antisocial, like Roland. He just would rather listen and observe and toss in a word here or there than do the constant back-and-forth thing. Lounging on the sofa, he let the conversations of his brethren flow around him and tried to forget the tear that had slipped down the cheek of the beauty beside Ami. Who was the mysterious woman who haunted both David’s home and Yuri’s thoughts? Why did she linger here? Why did she follow Yuri on his hunts on occasion? Was she an Immortal Guardian who had been slain in the line of duty? Or a Second? He’d lost so many Seconds of his own over the centuries. Mortal men he had loved like brothers. “How did tonight’s hunt go?” Yuri looked around at the sound of his current Second’s inquiry. Dmitry stood next to him, munching an apple. “It went well.” Dmitry nodded. “Where are your weapons?” “In the armory.” “I’ll clean and sharpen them for you. Anything else you need me to do?” “I could use a new coat,” Yuri said.
