Freedom From the Evil Dead by Mary Abshire

Author:Mary Abshire [Abshire, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mary Abshire
Published: 2019-06-13T04:00:00+00:00

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The sound of male voices kindled my consciousness. I opened my eyes and found myself lying on my back. My head ached and my vision spun. I closed my eyes and waited for the dizziness to fade.

"I will speak with her," said a familiar male voice.

"Fine," Quon said.

Slowly, I pried my eyelids up and pushed myself upright. The cushion bed underneath me took up most of the space in the small room. There were no windows. The only other furniture was a small table and a metal folding chair on the opposite side of where I was. Nassar stood near the door made of bars. He wore dark dress pants and a maroon button-down shirt with long sleeves. His tanned skin and attire gave him a classy appeal. The ancient Arabic vamp's energy didn't chill me the way the others had.

"How is your head?" he asked as he stepped closer.

"It hurts a bit." I pressed my palms against the thin metal frame of the bed.

He stopped in front of me. "I'm sure you can understand Viktor's disapproval of you."

"I guess. I hope I don't see too much more of him."

"When a vampire joins the VETOV, he or she must designate a survivor should anything happen to him or her. Dimitry chose an old comrade of his. Dimitry changed him into a vampire over six centuries ago. They fought in many battles together and shared the same…appetites."

I lowered my gaze from the disparaging news. Dimitry was a ruthless, evil vampire who’d threatened to kill everyone I cared about if I didn't agree to offer him sex and my blood. I had to believe Viktor was equally cruel, if not more so since I was the reason why Dimitry ceased to exist.

"You should try to rest," Nassar said. "You'll need your strength."

I looked into his eyes and sensed compassion. The ancient vamp had tried to help save me after a gypsy dancer had stabbed me the last time I was at the Fort. But I reserved any trust in him. If he was here and knew Drake was too, then he supported his group's plan to lure me back.

I patted my vest pockets and found them empty.

"I have your phone and passport. You won't need them," he said, and I wasn't surprised.

I looked at my hands. "My ring. Where's my ring?"

"You won't need that either."

Agony started to swallow me. Drake had given me the ring when he proposed in Alaska. I fought the tears trying to build in my eyes.

"Where's Drake?" I asked.

"You'll see him tomorrow. One of the servants will bring you food. Should you need to relieve yourself, press the call button." He pointed to a small box on the wall near the bars. "The other members should arrive by sunrise the following day. We'll meet to decide your fate."

"My fate? What about Drake? I want to know he's okay. I want him freed."

"You really should get some rest. I'll send someone to check on your wound."

He stepped toward the barred exit.

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