The smile on Pablo's face wasn't due to bloodlust, despite the rage he felt at the thought that the girl was surely being raped, if she was still alive. It was due to the address: a house in the Bonanova neighborhood. That was the point. Once again, it seemed like a group of those posh guys who thought they were above good and evil in Barcelona were making a move on a woman.
From the images the vampire had seen in Cristina's mind, this time it wasn't a group of brainless brats. Judging by their appearance, the youngest of those gathered couldn't have been younger than thirty, real people who thought they could treat women like shit.
The only two things worrying the boy were whether he'd make it in time to prevent the worst, and on the other hand, how to avoid attracting attention in that neighborhood. It was Arcani territory. If he was caught there causing trouble, it could affect his plans to start a clan.
