This was a human run pub.
That's why this was low on their list of places to check out.
They never anticipated Cross would stop by this place.
Especially a vampire like Cross who detested humans and only viewed them as food.
Dimitri and Natasha had done messed up.
They lost their lead.
As is actually "lost" him.
Cross was dead.
He had committed suicide.
"Bloody hell!" Natasha snapped, taking the bartender off guard.
Consequently, Dimitri patted the woman's shoulder in a soothing motion.
By now Rhyland would know as well. The blood pact would've told him so.
Still Dimitri took it upon himself to call Rhyland to give him the news of how Cross died.
"Wentworth is a real son of a bitch." Dimitri said blankly. The man had no care for his kind at all.
"He only cares about his own agenda." Rhyland agreed, sounding grave.
"Now we know he has two innocent people in his hands."
