Looking past Lucien and Elisabet, Tana finally saw Aidan. He was underdressed, slouching against a wall in a black silk shirt over black jeans. Tana wondered if Midnight had picked out those clothes for him and then wondered if they’d been borrowed from Rufus. Steeling herself, she walked over to him, giving a wide berth to any other vampire she saw. “Tana!” Aidan said, looking incredibly pleased to see her right up to the moment when she punched him in the face.