"Danielle," a deep, masculine French voice tickles the back of my mind. "Come to me, Daniella."My mouth is dry and tastes like dried paste. I ache all over. My body shivering."Mon Dieu! Hurry, Daniella, there isn't much time." The voice comes again.Confusion fogs my brain, I try to answer that I'
I snap my eyes open and I'm in the duplicate graveyard in France. The sun is low in the horizon, but there's no sign of the ghost vampire or whatever he is or the werewolves. I shudder. Gwen isn't here either.Blood covers me and I crumple on the ground. I've got to get to shelter before the sun set
"Gwen?" I whisper, hoping that the vampires got bored with me being unconscious and left. I can't make out anything in the darkness past my arm. Gwen had been with me in the leyline crossing over from the Academy, but I haven't seen her. She has both my ghosts, Ben and Kiarr trapped in that purple p
His arm is like a steel bar across my chest and arms. I kick him, but he lifts me effortlessly. He carries me back to the other vamps waiting. Their fangs are extended and a hungry look in their eyes makes me shrink back."This one is all mine," Zane says. "After she's dead, we'll take out her Aunt
I know his name at once. Jacques. Goosebumps break out across my flesh. My heart and soul cry out the name as I repeat it like he instructed. Willing him to come to me. Willing him to help me. Willing my soul to go back into my body.Jacques!Lightning rips through me. I scream. Pain strikes every p
Zane's heart pulses against my hand. I close my fist on it the same time that Jacques does.His eyes meet mine. "Unleash your magic."The other vampires dash forward, trying to pry Zane off me. I can't let them. If they run they'll only try to come back and kill me. Maybe even go after Aunt Grace an
"Never mind." I swallow, chills sweeping over my body. My gaze went from his face to the granite angel statue a few feet away in the graveyard. "Just get me to the leyline and I can get help from the academy like a spell or something.""Magic cannot cure this." He clasps my hand, and his thumb strok
A coppery taste coats my tongue and I cough, gagging as more liquid is poured down my throat. I try to turn away, to move, to freaking even open my eyes, but I can't. Someone is holding my head.Even if none of my muscles seem to work."That's it, mon couer, a little more," Jacques murmurs.His voic