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As far as vampires go, he seemed genuine… but that means nothing when it’s completely steeped in manipulation and mind games.
The bar is so low I almost trip on it as I climb the stairs in search of an exit.
At the top, I try to slow my racing heart so I can listen past the pounding in my skull and make sure the coast is clear. When I don’t hear anything, I push the door open a crack and peek out.
Not a soul in sight. Do vampires even have souls?
This is not the time to get into philosophical questions.
No one is in the dimly lit hallway on the other side, so I ease the door further open and continue on to a larger, equally dim room.
“See what I mean?”
I hear him before I see him, a disembodied voice coming from every direction and then suddenly Sebastian Fontenot is in front of me, his iron grip on my arm so rough I’m sure a bruise is already forming under each of his fingers.
What’s a few more to add to the rapidly growing gallery of them across my body?
“Exactly like your mother.”
He talks to me as if I’m a kid who he caught with her hand in the cookie jar, as if I was doing something wrong by protecting myself. I have an insult sitting at the tip of my tongue, but when Sebastian’s gaze meets mine it evaporates.
“Finn tried things his way,” he says. “Now it’s my turn.”
The world suddenly tilts off its axis and I’m hurled from one location to another in what feels like an instant. It steals the breath from my lungs and leaves me gasping while also trying to keep from hurling.
It helps that there’s currently nothing in my stomach, but it still takes a minute before the queasy feeling subsides.
When I finally have the breath to speak, I glare up at Sebastian, my vision still spinning. “If you do that again, I’ll cast a spell that makes your balls feel like they’re being stung by a thousand bees.”
Seriously, the least he could do is warn a girl.
“You could certainly try, little witch.”
He seems amused, and that pisses me off even more. Does he think I won’t? I’m dead either way. I might as well get a good jab in before I go.
“But if you zap me, I can’t be held accountable if I lose my grip and drop you.”
Huh?
He looks down, and when I follow his gaze the nausea I was feeling before rebounds, hitting hard with a double whammy of vertigo when I look allll the way down—down over three hundred feet to the street below, so far that the parked cars look like little plastic Hot Wheels.
My eyes sting and the bitter taste of fear coats my tongue. I grab hold of Sebastian’s arm, blunt, broken nails digging into his skin as he teeters us on the roof’s edge.
“Are you bloody insane?”
I tremble as Sebastian’s cold, unyielding grip tightens. My heart pounds in my chest, each beat a resounding drum of terror until it’s all I can hear.
“Depends on who you ask.” The amusement in his eyes as he looks out at the lightening city confirms it.
No question—he’s crazy. Beyond crazy. And my life is literally in his hands right now.
“You have four seconds to tell me what Egan is planning.”
Fear and desperation intertwine within me, but I steel myself, refusing to surrender to the primal instincts urging me to submit to Sebastian. I know the vampire horde’s thirst for dominance, their insatiable hunger for control. It’s what led to the war—neither side would back down or compromise, leading to the interference of the witches.
“One.” Sebastian lifts his index finger.
There is nothing below me to break my fall except for the sidewalk twenty stories down.
