Chapter 202: Who Is This Source?
"Who is this source?"
Veyron tried to keep his tone measured, almost lazy. He didn’t like unknown variables, especially when he was this close to his destination. He tilted his head, trying to read the scout’s face for anything.
"The only troublemaker in Blood City." The scout rolled his eyes, clearly irritated by the mention.
"Lord Gabriel," Veyron said. How did he know? Had someone been watching him?
"It will just take a minute to check and you can be on your way," the scout said, trying to sound casual.
Veyron offered a short nod. He stepped out of the vehicle. His boots crunched lightly on the gravel as he walked toward the back of the truck.
Calmly, he unlatched the back door and pulled it open, revealing a perfectly arranged cargo space stacked with luxurious black-and-gold crates.
It was filled to the top with cases of expensive wine.
"I plan on taking them to the brewery so they can add pints of blood in each bottle," he said lightly, turning back to the scout with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
"Whew! That’s a lot of money in there, Sage. Wow!" The scout gave a low whistle, stepping closer, likely overwhelmed by the sheer luxury.
"You think the party will be a blast?" Veyron asked, casually closing the truck doors again.
"Ooooh, I’d love to be a fly on the wall," the scout said, grinning as he imagined what elite vampire parties must be like.