Chapter Twenty

Everything hurts.

My eyes burn. Each breath feels like fire. My head is throbbing from where I was hit, and my arms and legs are tightly bound to a wooden chair. I’m in the dark, and while I can’t see even an inch in front of me, the air smells dank and damp, like I’m in an old basement or something.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to get them to stop burning. My breath leaves in a ragged huff, and I can’t concentrate enough to call Binx…even if he could hear me from this far away.

Because I have no idea where I am.

Pulling on the ropes only makes them tighter. Whoever tied me up has done this before. I close my eyes again and try to feel the knots. If I can get a general idea of how they’re bound, I can telekinetically undo them.

“I wouldn’t try that if I were you.”

A voice rings out in the dark, soft and feminine, with a hint of a Russian accent.

“What do you want?” I ask, voice hoarse from inhaling the pepper spray.

“I think you know,” the woman says. She has to be a vampire since s