Twelve
GRAY
Instinct took over.
In a blur of movement, I grabbed my knife and leaped over the counter, lunging for him, fangs and blade bared.
But even with my vamp speed, I was no match for the prince of hell. A single raised hand, and I slammed into an invisible wall, my knife clattering to the floor.
I scrambled to my feet. “What have you done with them?”
“Relax,” he said. “I’ve safely relocated them to another part of the lodge, where they will remain, none the wiser, so long as you give me the right answers.”
“I’m not answering anything until I know for sure they’re safe.”
His eyes turned completely red, the vein at his temple throbbing with barely contained rage. “I’m sorry, bloodsucker. Have I given you the impression that you’re in any position to negotiate?”
I backed off,
