The problem with showing up at the Ivory Tower and asking in regards to the Prince was it sometimes got what you wanted even if in the end you discovered that it may not have been what you wanted after all. It was a feeling that many got when they found themselves under the sharp gaze of the most powerful Kindred of New York.
Upon his arrival at the tower, young Rhys had been ushered into Lucian Carlyle's office. While it was currently just the two of them in the room with its large windows that overlooked the city at night, enough people had seen the young vampire upon his arrival and heard his reason for being here that word was quickly traveling throughout the building. Sometimes it seemed that's all immortals with a few hundred years behind them had to do was gossip like housewives.
Lucian didn't bother to pretend to smile in order to comfort Rhys as he looked at him. Instead, he studied him in silence before speaking. "And you say that Henry has been gone how long?"