Leander casually strolled along the sidewalk, lost in his own thought. He was questioning why he even bothered to come to this party. Who exactly was Charles Hodges? What did he want with me? Surely Leander hadnt caught any unwanted attention, he only had imps at his command right now. Although if they knew about the plans he had for the future, that could be why. How would anyone know though? He had told nobody. Unless he had been followed sometime recently. No matter, he had nothing else to do. Whats the worst that could happen, somebody murder him? Leander resisted the urge to lick his lips. Death, what a lovely goal. He could only hope the altercation got bloody. He shuffled to the door and knocked, wary of what lay on the other side.