[Luther has been watching with passing interest since the girl arrived at their door, even more so when Clay took her up to the security room, the most private area of the club itself, and spent a good bit of time there before she left without him. The scent of blood didn't reach his nostrils as the door to the security room opened, meaning either Clay was fine, or she'd killed him some other way. His keen, vampiric eyes detected a hint of movement through the one-way glass, though, which ruled out the latter, which gave him liberty to continue tracking this curious newcomer.
All this happened and was noted within three seconds, which gave him the time to flit through the crowd, faster than human eyes could track, and intervene with her leaving, slowing as he approached her side.]
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All this happened and was noted within three seconds, which gave him the time to flit through the crowd, faster than human eyes could track, and intervene with her leaving, slowing as he approached her side.]
Good evening, miss. Leaving so soon?