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I glance at the others, my back pressed hard against the cold stone, willing myself to sink through the wall and disappear.
Unfortunately, it appears that’s not one of my new vampire abilities.
A weight presses against my mind, a vice clamping around my brain, and I whimper when it feels like something is trying to crack open my skull. My heart kicks in panic, the beat slowly picking up speed, each thump pinching painfully in my chest.
Feeling like acid is being pumped through my body, I grit my teeth to hold back my scream.
Dafoe did his best to break me, wanting nothing less than my complete surrender, and failed.
My defiance infuriated him, and I suspect my refusal to submit is what got me killed.
Charles was a man who hated to be denied anything. The fact that I was a woman—and as such, inferior to him in every way—made my infractions against him so much worse.
And I took great pleasure in defying him until the end.
For my troubles, he destroyed me slowly and with great relish.
After everything I survived, I refuse to crack now, especially not to this bastard.
If they plan to keep me as a prisoner, they can think again.
I’ll find a way to escape.
If they touch me, I’ll kill them, just like the others.
The decision calms me.
The rumble in my chest fades, my heartbeat slowing as I glare defiantly at the assholes. I get to my feet and push away from the wall, ignoring the way my insides shake and my fangs ache with thirst. “Do whatever you want. I’ve suffered worse and survived. I will survive you too.”
ChapterNine
TOBIAS
My beast is nearly feral at the thought of leaving Jolie unprotected in a fucking cell. I didn’t think it was possible for my disdain for vampires to get any higher, but Stanton managed it with ease. Ignoring the rest of the room, I push my way closer to the cell and focus on the girl.
She’s a vampire.
One ofthem.
I should be repulsed, disgusted by her very nature, but there is something about her that is…different.
If what Stanton believes is true, that she slaughtered everyone, then she possibly hates vampires even more than I do.
Yet being near her seems to calm my wolf…or at least keep his feral tendencies in check.
It’s the first peace I’ve felt since I lost my pack.
And I’m not sure I trust it.
Or her.
But that doesn’t stop me from wanting her with every fiber of my being.
No, not want.
Need.
It’s a visceral reaction that I can’t control. I should be furious, but I’m too obsessed with her to care. She’s a curiosity, and I want to discover what makes her tick, why I’m drawn to her, then work her out of my system.
