He arrived in Spain sometime in the afternoon.
Only a few hours had passed since he left, yet his thoughts refused to settle on anything but her his sweet little mate. The memory of the night they shared before his departure lingered vividly in his mind, clinging to him like a scent he couldn't shake. It only made the urgency burn stronger. He needed to find Odette quickly and return to Charlotte.
Stepping out of the car, he made his way into the club.
The place throbbed with deafening music, bodies pressed together on the dance floor, moving wildly beneath flashing lights. The air was thick with heat, alcohol, and something far less innocent.
Gérard pushed through the crowd with ease, his presence commanding space without effort, until he reached the bar. The bartender gave him a quick glance, raising a brow as Gérard ordered a drink.
His sharp, predatory gaze swept across the club.
Observant. Calculating.
