"Enough with the games. What do you really want?" Dorian asked, his voice cutting straight to the point, breaking the back-and-forth.

Now that I was absolutely convinced of his true identity, there was no need to hold back. “I have a friend who might be at LuNoir. I need to know if she’s okay—and that someone is looking out for her.”

I paused for a moment before adding, “Her name is Maya Ellison.”

Silence.

I couldn’t ...