Maggie Shayne - Embrace The Twilight by Embrace The Twilight

Author:Embrace The Twilight
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-11-11T14:20:49+00:00

Will had a craving. A vague need gnawing at his gut so powerfully that it woke him from a sound sleep more surely than the pain in his bad foot.

He opened his eyes slowly, let his vision focus. He was not in his bed—his bed didn't have red satin sheets. He was not even in his own apartment, but in a large, lush bedroom with cream-colored walls and dark rich woodwork. He closed his eyes, trying to get his bearings, trying to think beyond the unidentifiable hunger inside him. Sarafina. Yes, he remembered. She was...a vampire. Unbelievable, but true. And he loved her, and she... she had bitten him. Drunk from him...

He lifted a hand to touch the wounds on his neck, as if to prove to himself that they were really there, that all this wasn't just part of some slow-growing insanity. But his hand stopped short of his neck, and there was a metallic clanking sound when he tugged.

He looked up sharply. A shiny steel bracelet encircled his wrist. A chain ran from it, through a ring attached to the post of the bed's headboard, and its twin held his other hand to the opposite post. From those rings, he couldn't see where the chains led. They disappeared behind or underneath the bed.

He studied his wrists for just a moment, a vague sense of disbelief slowly giving way to other feelings. He would have laughed at the absurdity of it if he hadn't been so angry.

The bedroom door opened slowly, and he lifted his head, watching, ready to rip into her with his words, even while he felt an odd stirring of anticipation in his gut and arousal in his loins.

He wanted her. He wanted her as much as he ever had—maybe more.

But it wasn't Sarafina who entered the room. It was a gaunt, pale-skinned woman who might be thirty but looked fifty. She carried a tray of food in her hands and closed the door behind her with one foot.

"Where is she?" he asked.

The woman's head turned sharply, her eyes wide with something like surprise, or maybe fear. They were blue, her eyes, and ringed in dark circles. Her blond hair was knotted in a neat bun, and she wore a kaftan in such bright colors that it only emphasized her own washed-out hues.

"The Mistress is asleep. She won't rise again until sundown."

"Then I guess it's up to you to take these cuffs off me. Immediately."

She brought the tray closer, studying him as she did. "I can't do that. But I did bring you food. The Mistress left strict instructions as to your care. You're to have anything you ask for—aside, of course, from your freedom."

She set the food on a stand beside the bed, where nothing else rested, other than a vase full of red roses, their stems lined in thorns.

Will studied the woman. Her blank expression, the slightly dead tone of her voice. Was she drugged?

"And how am I supposed to eat, chained up like this? Or use the bathroom, for that matter?"

"I can let out the chains.

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