The Wizard Hall Chronicles: Books 1 - 5 by Sheryl Steines

Author:Sheryl Steines [Steines, Sheryl]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B08B3JTYB6
Published: 2020-07-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24

Fabien watched Annie as she entered the prison wing. She felt his distrust. After asking to see Sturtagaard alone, she hadn’t helped his impression of her.

She couldn’t hide her surprise when she looked in on the exhausted vampire.

He shouldn’t be tired.

But then again, the vampire had been standing for over twenty-four hours, unable to move more than a few feet in either direction. She waved a hand across the bars and waited until the door slid into the stone wall. He sneered, but Annie ignored him.

“You need a new look,” she quipped as she lay her hand against the stone wall. A white-hot light raced around the perimeter, enveloping them in a muffle spell. Sturtagaard raised his eyebrows.

Annie tossed him a warmed receptacle of blood. He smiled broadly for a moment and replaced it with his usual deep jeer before ripping through the plastic and slurping the blood. She looked away. Watching a vampire feed always made her queasy.

“Kill the vampire yet?” He tossed the bag on the ground.

“It’s very funny how she is able to cross the country arriving at a new site before we do. It’s also curious how easily she escapes us, don’t you think?” Annie asked.

Annie nimbly ran her hand across the collar around his neck. The metal squeaked as the lock popped open. She yanked the metal collar from the vampire’s neck. He grimaced as the rough edges scratched his skin. Free of the choke collar, Sturtagaard gleefully stretched his neck, bending it in opposite directions; his joints popped and cracked.

“A vampire isn’t that fast,” he finally commented.

Annie tossed the collar on the sink against the wall. “No they’re not,” she agreed.

Sturtagaard backed away from her, taking advantage of the little freedom she had given him. He leaned against the wall. “Who do you think is helping her?”

Annie twisted her wrist, aiming a spell at his feet to pop the locks that shackled his ankles. The heavy irons slipped from his legs and clattered on the floor. Sturtagaard kicked them away.

“That’s a good question. We think that Stonewell set her free. His body was found in Amelie’s coffin, so that rules him out of helping her now.” She leaned against the wall in the far corner of the cell.

“So?” he asked.

“Without money, food, or a place to stay, she’s had to rely on someone she trusted to keep her secret. Louis is the perfect patsy: weak, scared, easily manipulated. He’s French, knows French, and has access to many family locations.”

“But he’s not magical, and she’s had a lot of help getting around,” Sturtagaard said.

“Yeah. There’s that.” Annie walked to the cell door, turned, and looked at Sturtagaard, ensuring her back was facing the camera aimed in the cell.

“So you think someone in the French Wizard Guard is assisting her,” Sturtagaard replied.

She smiled and placed a finger to her lips. “Amelie fell on my stake and was pierced right through her abdomen. She’s leaking blood and feeding uncontrollably. Where would she hide?”

“I suggested at one point the student hostels or drug dens.

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