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“Garrick Titon,” the bartender answered. “Did I hear you were looking for Ares Morgan?”
She sighed. “Yes, are you going to start being all bossy about it too?”
He laughed and shook his. “No. Who you meet with is your own business, but while you were talking with Mr. Titon, Ares arrived.”
“He’s here?” She moved up to her tiptoes to look around the bar area better. She seriously needed to start wearing heels.
“No. He saw you talking to Mr. Titon and ran off.”
“He ran off?”
The bartender shrugged. “He’s not all that welcome around here.”
“What? Why?” At least this man seemed willing to give actual information and not be all cryptic and mysterious.
Someone called for him on the other side of the bar.
“Have a good night.” He winked in her direction and left her, again leaving her with more questions than answers.
If Ares took off, how was she supposed to get the perfume samples for her aunt? Ursa had given her a simple task. One easy job to do, and she’d failed spectacularly at it.
Ariella picked up her drink and gulped it down. She’d have to try to find him now; if she couldn’t, she’d have to call her aunt.
Hopefully, he was just outside the club, and she’d run into him. Leaving her empty glass on the bar, she made for the exit.
CHAPTER6
Garrick
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The imageof the red-haired beauty Garrick had met two nights before popped into his mind repeatedly. She’d been planning to meet Ares Morgan? He couldn’t get that idea to wrap around his mind. Thinking of that girl, who was clearly out of her element, sitting down with a man like Ares angered him.
That redheaded siren had danced on the edge of his mind for two nights, but it was time to put her out of it. She wasn’t his concern. Whatever trouble she was getting herself into wasn’t for him to protect her from, even if that’s exactly what he wanted to do.
He pushed through the club's back door, leading him straight to his office. Grimsley, the general manager of whatever Garrick needed him to manage, stood outside the office.
“Bastian’s here.” Grimsley gestured with his chin at the door.
“Good. I was expecting him.” Garrick reached for the door. “I can do this one on my own. Take the night.”
Grimsley nodded. “Sure thing.” He stalked off down the hall, probably to the dressing rooms down below the stage.
“Garrick.” Bastian Kaspar stood in the middle of the office, staring at the photograph hanging on the wall behind the desk. A black-and-white photo taken of the city before Garrick’s great-grandfather had gotten his clutches into the city and brought all the dirt and grime of the underground with it. Bastian extended his hand in greeting.
“Bastian.” Garrick clasped Bastian’s hand then gestured toward the seats. “I thought you tucked yourself away in Caspian to be done with Kassel altogether.”
Bastian smiled. “Me too.” He sat down. “Thought the same for you. You swore you’d never step foot in this hellscape again.”
Garrick sank into the oversized leather chair. “My mother’s old club went up for sale. Some corporation wanted to turn it into a condominium complex or some shit like that. Couldn’t let that happen.”
“Your brother didn’t try to buy it?” Bastian asked, striking the nerve reserved for Jackson, Garrick’s twin.
“Too busy building his own business, I guess.” Garrick sank into his chair.
“I heard he moved back here a while ago. Married now, too.”
“Yep.” Garrick pressed his palms into the edge of the desk. “Even managed to wiggle his way back into the Titon businesses.”
