"Why did you follow me?" Dorian demands as we clear the rough neighborhood near the SCUBA shop and the bar where I found him.
"Because you told me you'd take me diving off Demons Tangle. You said you know the shoals. I need your help."
With a confidence that comes from driving the same vehicle for a few years, he pulls the Range Rover onto the highway on-ramp and accelerates, merging smoothly with the late evening traffic without looking at me. Out of the knife and gun war zone that the biker bar had become, his features lose the sharpness of a battle-engaged Were. Even in profile, it's hard not to notice how handsome he is.
"How did you find me?"
"I went back to the beach off Demons Tangle. You left your dive gear, so I found the SCUBA shop. Once I was there, by pure happenstance, I saw the decals on your SUV." I thumb towards the window with the dive sticker.
