DENLEY GRANT
Dennie had never met a vampire.
The man extended his hand and Dennie took it, held it in a tight grip and squeezed. "My name is Rennick Thrall."
"I'm Denley Grant."
"Ren and Den!" Angela laughed, delighted. "Isn't that perfect?"
Rennick looked at Angela. "He's the one?"
She nodded. "I felt the pull, like you said."
"And did you?" asked Ren.
Dennie blinked. "Did I what?"
"Feel the mating urge with Layla?"
Dennie's mouth dropped open. "Why would you want that? Isn't she yours?"
"I don't belong to anybody except myself," said Layla. "I choose my husbands."
Ren leaned over and kissed the top of Layla's head. "Isn't she magnificent?"
"Husbands? Do you have more than one?"
"Well, that's up to you now, isn't it?"
What? Had he fallen into an alternate universe? He'd never imagined finding a mate, much less one who was already in a relationship.
"We've been looking for you," said Layla.
"Me?"
