Sarah POVThe dancer, breathing heavily, brought her hand down. One of the knife throwers came over with a towel and wrapped it around the wound.“And a blood sacrifice gives final praise to the gods!” Rob roared, smiling as if to indicate it was all part of an act, and the applause was instantaneou
Sarah POVZane and I went into the larger bedroom to tuck in the girls. Instead of their pajamas, however, they were wearing each other’s dresses. Grace was sitting on the floor looking up at Chloe who was standing on one of the beds and, I realized, imitating people from the party.“Well, I couldn’
Sarah POVI answered the phone. “Hello?”“Sarah Astor?” asked a somewhat husky voice that could be male or female but I assumed was a werewolf. There was just something imperious in the tone.“Yes. Who is this?”“Alpha Zane needs you to join him at the VIP after-party. It’s on the top floor of the c
Sarah POVI closed my eyes for a moment, just telling myself not to panic, then I walked to the door to be certain it was locked. It was, firmly.I turned back to the people in the room. Instantly, I started recognizing them from the auction. There was the woman who held the canary in a cage. There
Sarah POV“Put it on, or you’ll get the Taser and we’ll put it on you ourselves,” the leader said.We were in a small room, just she and I and a new guard, a gamma male, who didn’t bother to look at me and held a weird-looking contraption in his hands. There were no windows, only the one door and a
Zane POVI had been in the smoking room at the Rotary Club before and been asked to admire its hunter-green walls, leather furnishings, and original Pierre Testu and Paul Rubens. I had been offered, and refused, fine cigars and been offered, and accepted, the world’s finest scotch, and I had sat in
Sarah POVIn a strange way, I was glad I had gotten drunk with Zane. Otherwise, the feeling of the room as it spun around my head and the way my arms and legs wouldn’t do what I wanted would have frightened me more than they already did.They had forced some sort of wine down my throat before they b
Sarah POVAfter a few moments, he loosened his hold on me, but I whimpered in protest and clung tighter, desperately wanting his hands on me. It might have been the drug, the danger, the rescue, or just the incredible feel and smell of him in my arms. I didn’t care.I only knew I wanted him more tha