Dust swirled around his feet as he strode through the cramped space. With the building next door blocking any ambient light from the street, the room was near pitch, forcing Gideon to vamp out and heighten his senses. As soon as he did, the stench of obsidian assaulted his nose, and a growl rose unbidden in the back of his throat.
At least he knew Henry was here. From the smell of it, they were cooking up more of the drug. Before reaching for the doorknob, Gideon pulled his gloves out of his pockets and slipped them on. He wasn’t going to fall for that trick twice.