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.By now my family would know that the Maraschino had sunk with everyone on board.There’d never be any safe way to explain what had happened and how I’d survived, much less the vampire blood thing.It would be kinder to just let them think I was dead, and that was an ache not even blood could fix.Thinking about my mom, that she wouldn’t ever get to meet her grandson—the velvet bag Wolf had blindfolded me with suddenly felt too tight.My heartbeat sped up before I could control it and I knew the vampires would know—Cold fingers pressed against mine on the buckle.Apparently my captors weren’t convinced I wouldn’t try something stupid.Maybe they knew me better than I did.Wolf chuckled as he pried my fingers off.He ran his hand underneath the sash across my chest, yanking it tight, touching far too much of me along the way.“Safety first,” he warned sarcastically.I stayed absolutely still, like a rabbit when a hawk passes overhead.He noticed that too, and I could feel the contour of the seat beside me shift as he leaned even nearer.“Stay scared,” he whispered.“Servants last longer when they’re scared.”I twisted my head away from him and toward the window.He laughed as though he’d just made the most amazing joke—and I realized he was laughing at me.The ice of my fear dissipated, thawed by my rising anger, and my heartbeat slowed, becoming deliberate.If I died, it would kill Asher.I’d promised him I’d survive—that we both would.Anything we have to do, baby, we’ll do it.“Fear makes servants more eager to please, doesn’t it, Wolf?” Raven chided from the front seat.His voice rumbled over both of us with power, giving me a chill.“Yes, Sire,” Wolf agreed, returning to his own side of the seat.I felt the car downshift and take a left-hand turn.I didn’t know where were going but I knew for sure we’d be there by dawn.* * *Raven raced the night.I could feel us swoop around other cars on the road, taking turns at speed.I’d started off trying to memorize things, as if I could bread-crumb trail my way back to my old life, when I realized we were going in circles, probably more to make sure that we weren’t being followed than to trick me.But we were slowing now, making turns more frequently—we’d reached civilization, wherever that was.Then the car slowed drastically and descended, and I realized a parking garage belowground made sense for vampires.We wheeled sharply to the left and came to a precise stop as Raven hit the brakes and shifted into PARK.“Home sweet home,” Raven said.He got out of the car, slamming the door behind himself.Wolf exited the vehicle as well.I sat still, waiting, until I was startled by a knock at the window to my right.“You can open up your own door.”I felt blindly for the door handle and opened it.I’d been sitting next to an unlocked door this whole time.Had they’d been hoping I’d run? How foolish had I been to not even try? But there was nowhere I could go that Raven couldn’t find me—another one of the perks of being his daytimer.I fought not to grind my teeth.You’d better grow up to be a really awesome person, baby.I got out of the car and stood beside it, and the blindfold was snatched off me.Lank pieces of my own hair slapped my face.Being turned into a daytimer hadn’t magically fixed my personal hygiene.I stank of sweat, and my clothes were crusted with salt water from my time at sea.I took in the dim room at a glance and saw I was right: we were in a subterranean garage.There were several expensively exotic cars in a row, and Raven was nowhere to be seen.“He has business to attend to,” Wolf informed me.I didn’t know if I should grunt or nod—but I did know I didn’t want to be alone here with him.I figured Raven wanted me alive to curry favor with Anna but I didn’t know how much safety, if any, that personally guaranteed me.“Are you sure?” He angled his head toward the hill we’d driven down, where I supposed the entrance to the garage was.“It’s not too late for you to run.”And if I did, it wasn’t too late for him to chase me down and hurt me.“You’re not the first vampire to tell me that.”Years ago, right after I’d started working on Y4, a vampire named Dren had encouraged me to run so he could chase and kill me.I hadn’t run then either.My life would have been much different—and probably a lot shorter—if I had.Wolf snorted when it became clear I wouldn’t play his game, then turned and walked deeper into the garage.I curled my hands into fists at my sides and felt my short nails bruise my palms as I followed him in.* * *Wolf led us through a series of unmarked tunnels but I felt sure I’d be able to remember my way back to the garage.It was easy now as a daytimer to spot the subtle differences between the walls, things I might not have noticed before as a human—a small chunk of cement missing here, a chip in the unrelenting gray paint there.The last leg of the hall opened wide like an entryway, ending in a half-open oak door with ancient-looking iron fastenings, and I could hear a quiet conversation taking place inside the room ahead of us.“Is she a spy?” a feminine voice asked.“She’s no concern of yours, only mine,” I heard Raven say with a note of warning.The conversation immediately stilled as Wolf led me in.Raven was in the center of the room, lounging on a backless couch covered in folds of deep purple satin.With his shining black clothing and black hair, the only parts of him that were easy to see were his elegant white hands and his pale face.His lips were pulled into a sneer, but there were dark circles around his closed eyes.Saving me had pained him.Good.The room itself was huge and carved from stone with no paint.I couldn’t see the ceiling above; the light from the naked bulbs strung up on the walls didn’t travel that far [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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