Chapter 6
“Leila, don’t!” a harsh voice shouted.
Too late, not that I would’ve obeyed anyway. My jump was high enough to clear the three-foot ledge, and I tucked into a ball immediately, rolling as soon as I hit the ground. My arms protected my head for another few bruising, scrape-inducing tumbles until something hard stopped my momentum. Air burst from my lungs at the impact, pain radiating through my body.
I wanted to stay hunched in a protective ball, but there was no time. I rose, assessing my options. I’d slammed into the front of a car with my wild dive, but beyond that was the welcoming darkness of the parking lot. I shook my head to clear the ringing that probably indicated a mild concussion and sprinted toward it as fast as my aching muscles could take me.
“Stop her!” a voice commanded behind me.
I glanced back while adding some extra oomph to my stride. Smoke and flames still poured from the ruined window, but no one chased me. With luck, they’d be occupied long enough for the fire department to distract them from coming after me. Bye bye, biters! I thought, smiling despite pain radiating through me. Too bad I hadn’t been wearing my running shoes when I was kidnapped.
Out of nowhere, something snatched me from behind with what felt like bands of steel around my midsection. I doubled over, almost vomiting from the abrupt resistance that made me instantly come to a stop. For a dazed second, I didn’t know what happened, but then I saw dark arms looped around my waist and felt something large and solid behind me.
“I’ve got her,” a male voice called out. Then a cool mouth pressed to my ear. “Don’t bother with the stun gun again. It won’t be enough against me.”
Wait until my new assailant realized my entire body was a stun gun. He must be another vampire or he’d be on the ground from touching me after the extra voltage I’d absorbed from the light socket—and that was just what my body gave off. My right hand was now a formidable weapon, but I needed more leverage to use it to its best advantage.
“All right,” I said, trying to sound meek. “You’re hurting me,” I added to see if that made him loosen his grip.
It did. So my captor wasn’t cruel like Jackal or the others. Without that unyielding grip cementing me in place, I was able to step away enough to glance behind me.
The vampire who’d grabbed me was the brawny African American I’d spied Vlad talking to earlier today. Guess the fire starter had arrived with backup, but holding me hostage hadn’t been part of our deal. The man looked me up and down, grimacing when his gaze followed the scar that zigzagged from my temple all the way to my right hand.
I was so used to that pitying reaction; it didn’t even elicit a twinge of self-consciousness. Right now, I was grateful for every sympathy-inducing advantage I had.
“I think I sprained my ankle,” I said, holding one foot off the ground for effect. Hey, I was getting better at this lying thing! “Could you look at it?” The vampire let me go, starting to kneel just as I’d hoped. His attention was on my ankle as I extended it, leaning forward like I was having trouble balancing. One touch of my right hand on his head should incapacitate him long enough for me to run away. I reached out—
“Touch him, and I revoke my promise not to harm you.”
Vlad’s voice cut through the night air, freezing my hand an inch away from its goal. The other vampire stood at once, back on full alert. Shit! I silently screamed. How had Vlad known what I was going to do?
“The same way I knew you were spying on me before,” he replied with sardonic amusement. “You have your unusual abilities. I have mine, and mind reading is one of them.”
Mind reading. No wonder he’d been able to hear me when I established a link with him! Slowly, I turned toward his voice. Flames still shot from the hotel window, illuminating Vlad in an orange glow. He strode toward us while dragging someone who was so covered in soot and scabs, I couldn’t tell which of my former captors he was.
“Where are the others?” I asked, striving to sound calm.
His features were still hazy from smoke and shadows, but I caught a glimpse of white teeth as he smiled.
“Ashes.”
His captive tried to pull away, but Vlad’s grip tightened until his fingers disappeared into the blackened flesh beneath them. I looked away, my stomach twisting. Sirens cut through the mutterings of people who came out of their hotel rooms to gawk at the blaze. Vlad was unperturbed, as if torching a hotel room and then restraining a charred vampire was what he normally did on a Thursday night.
“You have what you wanted,” I said, still managing to sound composed. “Now hold up your end of our agreement and let me go.”
That emerald gaze seemed to pierce me to the quick. “I agreed not to harm you and I haven’t. As for letting you go, I will . . . after we have a more detailed conversation.”
Despair crashed over me. Vlad’s idea of a detailed conversation probably meant torture followed by execution. I should have known someone who’d callously burned several people to death wouldn’t honor his word to let me go. But then, unbelievably, I heard Marty’s voice over the blare of sirens.
“Run, Frankie, run!”
Vlad swiveled toward the sound just in time to see Marty barreling toward him as though he’d been fired from a cannon. I’d wondered why he hadn’t done anything when I was kidnapped, but he must have followed me and stayed hidden until he thought he had the best chance to rescue me. Problem was, this wasn’t it.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion instead of fast-forward this time. Vlad’s companion pulled out a silver knife and shoved me to the ground. Vlad made no attempt to avoid Marty’s assault, but kept his grip on the charred vampire and widened his stance as if daring Marty to take him down. It was dark, but I thought I saw Marty’s determined expression the instant before his body crashed into Vlad’s. As if trapped in a nightmare, I watched Vlad absorb the blow while remaining on his feet, his deadly free hand erupting in flames as he reached for my friend.
“No!” I screamed.
Instead of running like Marty commanded, I flung myself at Vlad. My right hand landed on his leg, desperation making those hated inner currents rocket from me and into him with far more power than normal.
With my panic and the voltage I’d channeled from the light socket, Vlad should have been blown clear across the parking lot. Instead, he remained where he was, the only effect a shudder wracking him and the smell of ozone briefly overcoming the scent of smoke. That flaming hand snatched Marty up before I registered that he’d moved, and then Vlad’s dark head swung in my direction, bright emerald eyes meeting my shocked gaze.
“That,” he bit out, “was rude.”
The sight of him restraining two struggling vampires was the last thing I saw before my vision went gray. The parking lot and burning hotel vanished, replaced by towering trees and a twisting, ice-filled river.