Stefan (Lost Nights Series Book 1) by Jocelynn Drake

Author:Jocelynn Drake [Drake, Jocelynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-07-29T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Heavy footsteps pounded on the stairs the next morning. Bright sunlight streamed through the dirty windows, causing my eyes to ache and burn. There was no question about where I was or how I’d gotten there. Vanko and Otto were never far from my mind at any time. Most of the night had been passed by staring at the window while tossing around different ideas of how to break free. I didn’t come up with a lot that sounded good, but it was better than nothing.

My sleeplessness hadn’t been helped by the fact that I thought I heard Stefan’s voice whispering in my head. The words had been indistinct and seemed to disappear completely when I concentrated too hard, but they sounded like they had when he’d used telepathy. A strangled sob raked at my throat at the sound of his voice in my head. I didn’t know whether I was making it up because I wanted him to search for me. I prayed he was, but there was nothing I could do to help him. My brain was broken. Nightwalkers couldn’t read my thoughts, which offered a small layer of protection, but then I also couldn’t answer Stefan’s call.

Otto threw open the door with a loud bang as I reached my feet, the blanket still wrapped tight around my shoulders. He barked something at me, but it was unintelligible. The man apparently didn’t speak a word of English. It didn’t matter. The gun he waved at me made his intent perfectly clear. Get moving or I’m going to blow a hole in you. Vanko might have other plans for me, but I wasn’t going to press my luck. Otto didn’t appear to be the brightest bulb in the pack.

Sadly, I hadn’t counted on my captor being armed. Neither Otto nor his companion used a gun the previous day, but then they’d kept me tied most if the time. There had been no need. The bastard was taking no chances. That was fine. It just meant that I wasn’t going to try to bash his skull in while we were alone together. I’d just have to go with Plan B.

With my head held high, I marched out of my room and down the stairs to the main foyer. Sunlight didn’t improve the appearance of my prison. The paint on the walls was faded and stained from years of wear and neglect. There was no furniture or decorations. In fact, I had a feeling that this place had been abandoned until Vanko and his companions had shown up.

At Otto’s prodding, I stepped out the open front door and gasped softly at the cold bite in the morning air. Wrapping my blanket more tightly around my shoulders, I carefully walked down the worn stairs to the cracked and overgrown sidewalk. I swallowed a small chuckle as I looked up at the exterior of the old two-story house. Despite all my bitching and moaning, my apartment in Venice with its leaky roof and broken heater was starting to look really appealing.

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