“This town needs a place to dance,” Jagger said. “For everyone to come alive — at night.”

Sebastian couldn’t argue with that. “I agree — there isn’t anything to do in this town.”

“And then the vampires will flock here. Like we did. Alexander, Luna and me, and now you. Mortals above and vampires below. The Coffin Club was a success and this one will be, too. We are sitting on a gold mine here in this abandoned factory.”

“The Coffin Club Two?” Sebastian said.

“I already have a name for it: the Crypt.”

“But are the preppy girls in this town going to want to hang out at a place called the Crypt?”

“I have ways to entice them besides the name alone,” he said in a creepy but sexy tone.

“And vampires?” Sebastian asked skeptically.

“The mortals won’t even know they’re here. Besides, I have surprises planned for this club.”

“What kinds of surprises?” Sebastian wondered.

“If I told you, then they wouldn’t be surprises, would they? Besides, that’s weeks away. We have a club to build first.”

“What about Alexander?” Sebastian asked.

“He can be a partner, too. But I’m not sure if he’s the type to own a club. He’s very private.”

“He is my best friend. I feel funny about this — without him being on board.”

“Is your best friend, or was?” Jagger challenged. “Well, you’ll have a place to stay here as long as you like.”

Sebastian paused for a moment. He was the type that traveled constantly, his coffin covered with stickers from countries and cities around the world. It was something I could tell he was contemplating — a place to call home.

“But there is more of a vampire culture in bigger towns, am I right? Here it’s just Alexander. And let’s be clear. I think he likes it that way. I think we should respect that,” Sebastian said.

Jagger cracked his knuckles, trying to mask his frustration.