High Treason by Casey Bond

High Treason by Casey Bond

Author:Casey Bond [Bond, Casey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-28T16:00:00+00:00


Chapter Ten

Eve

I covered my mouth, staring after him. He was screaming, but I couldn’t hear him. All I could hear was a ringing in my ears. I looked at the floor in front of me, but all I could see was Terah’s limp body, lying on the floor on her stomach. I would have thought I dreamed the whole thing if the tip of the stake Enoch used wasn’t poking out of her back.

Terah was dead.

That meant everyone Terah had ever sired was dead with her.

Victor and his men stepped around her body. He glanced at me, probably gauging my reaction, and then he just left her there. Left her without a backwards glance, and continued strolling down the hall until a woman caught up with him.

I pressed an ear to the cell wall.

She told him there was a problem. That Kael was transitioning… and that I was the one who sired him.

If that was true, Asa or I could control him once he transformed. I had no idea if Victor knew that little factoid or not, but if he didn’t, maybe we could somehow use Kael to get the hell out of there.

Asa and Enoch were dragged farther down the hall. I couldn’t see where they put them. Victor mentioned silver-lined cells, but I noted they hadn’t put me in one. The red smoke they continually pumped into my cell was enough to weaken me. Outside and unhindered, I was able to manipulate the path of the smoke. In here and under the influence of whatever was in this garbage, I couldn’t even muster the energy to wave it away from my face.

My back slid down the Plexiglas wall.

Enoch told Titus and Maru to go to the Haven and find someone named James. What if James was a vampire? What if James was hungry? What if they got hurt or killed trying to rescue me? I didn’t want them to come, but didn’t know how to get word to them not to.

Then again, if James was as good with technology as Yarrow was… I scraped a fang across my forearm, drawing blood. Then I found the nearest camera pointing toward my cell. Dipping a fingernail into the warm, sticky fluid, I wrote a message to my friends.

Don’t come for us. Run.

I just hoped it reached them.



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