World Enough and Time: Cora's Bond Vampire Series #6 (Cora's Bond Vampire Series) by V. M. Black

Author:V. M. Black [Black, V. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Swift River Media Group
Published: 2015-04-03T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

I hit the metal floor so hard that it knocked the breath out of me, but I was already rolling back onto my hands and knees and scrambling for the door when it slammed shut in my face. I reached it, but there was no handle on this side, only smooth metal. I beat against the door, screaming. The metal dented under my fists but did not give.

“Clarissa! Clarissa! I’m in here. Help!”

I called for her until my voice cracked.

It seemed like forever, but it could have only been seconds later that the van’s engine roared to life and it jolted into motion, nearly pitching me onto the floor.

I caught myself, took off my sunglasses, and turned my back against the doors to take stock of the rest of the space in the faint light that filtered through the cracks around the doors. I was in the cargo space, which was divided from the cab by a blank metal wall, so I couldn’t hope to get out through the front even if I could momentarily overpower two djinn.

But there was another door down the length of one side, outlined by daylight. And, unbelievably, a handle. I flung myself across the distance, barely daring to believe that it existed, my hands almost slipping with sweat as I grabbed it and yanked.

Nothing happened. It was locked from the outside, locked so that all the desperate pulling in the world did nothing at all.

That was when I got mad. A white-hot ball of fury knotted in my gut, making me shake with the force of it. I didn’t care how much stronger those djinn were. They were going to pay—for taking me and, even more, for taking Lisette, because I’d bet cold, hard cash that they’d been just as involved with her kidnapping as the curly-haired guy.

I lurched up to the front of the cargo space, close to the divider. I could hear, ever so faintly, the sound of the radio blaring through it.

They were listening to jazz, of all things. Jazz, while they had me locked up in the back of their van. For some reason, that infuriated me almost as much as the way they’d snatched me off the street.

“Let me out!” I shouted, banging on the wall. “Let me out!”

And then I took a deep breath and stopped because I realized how utterly pointless it was.

Trite. I’d just been kidnapped, and I was being trite about it.

I had to call Dorian. How much time had passed since I’d been tossed unceremoniously in the back of the van? Thirty seconds, maybe a full minute? That was too long to go without telling him what was happening.

As if summoned by that thought, my phone started to ring. Last Hope, the name still read. I’d never changed it. Moving to the back of the van, I yanked the phone from my pocket and pressed it to my ear.

“What’s happened?” Dorian’s words seemed to whip across the space between us, catching me viscerally with the intensity of his concern.

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