Page 41 of Salvation
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They had drivenwhat felt like an hour according to Wolfe’s internal clock. Where the fuck they were going was beyond him because they had been blindfolded. How the hell had he allowed himself to get into this situation? At least he had confirmed Aurora and Luna hadn’t been taken. They were sitting tight, waiting for rescue.
What a fucking mess.
The vehicle stopped and he and Noah were jerked from the vehicle, then hauled down a set of stairs. The air cooled, indicating they were underground. Perhaps in a basement? He was shoved against a cold stone wall, his ankles shackled before the cuffs on his wrists were snapped open and his arms stretched over his head and cold steel snapped around them again. Finally, his blindfold was removed, and it only took his eyes seconds to adjust and take in every detail about his captor. Noah was in the same position on the wall across from him.
Greasy hair got in his face and smiled. “Welcome. I know the accommodations aren’t exactly the best in town, but it is what it is.”
“Why are we here?” Every fiber of his being wanted to headbutt this motherfucker, but he held himself in check. He had to think of a way out of here, which was going to be impossible at the moment because, again, whatever they had cuffed him with was draining his power.
“We don’t take kindly to vampires. They are the reason so many humans have died so I intend to kill as many as I can.”
What a fucking idiot. Vampires had nothing to do with the Red Death. It was Lucifer who opened the gate to Hell, but Wolfe doubted this dumb fuck would understand any of that. “Again, what does that have to do with us?”
Greaseball jerked his head. “David here has a special serum he’s gonna inject you with. If you’re human, nothing will happen, but if you are a vampire, you will reveal your true self.”
A man, dressed far better than the rest of this gang, approached with a syringe in his hand. His touch was gentle as he wiped down Wolfe’s arm with alcohol, then jabbed the needle into his skin and pressed the plunger. He wondered why they simply didn’t take a knife and cut him and Noah. Vampires healed rather quickly, but maybe this idiot didn’t know as much as he thought he did.
David crossed the room and performed the same task on Noah, then he turned to face Greaseball. “If they don’t exhibit any signs in twenty-four hours, then they are human.”
“Send the bait in on your way out.”
“Is that really necessary? If they are vampires, they will succumb to the serum.”
“Just do as you’re told,” Greaseball snarled, and David quickly exited the room. Only a second later, another nasty-looking male entered, dragging behind him a female who appeared to be all of eighteen, if that. She was wearing nothing more than a bra and panties and there was a small trickle of blood coming from her neck.
Son of a bitch! She smelled good, unlike her male counterparts who hadn’t bathed in a month by the stench of them. Wolfe had no desires toward her, but he knew what they were trying to do. It was no secret that sex and blood were the two things vampires couldn’t resist. Unless you were mated, or a primordial. He might pass the test, but Noah could be screwed.
The girl went and curled in a corner, her arms wrapped around her to stay warm.
“Can you at least give her a blanket?” Wolfe snarled. Here this fucker was worried about vampires, but it was Wolfe’s kind who had been helping humans. This prick only used them. It was a shame the Red Death hadn’t taken him out.
“She’ll be fine.” Then Greaseball walked out and slammed the door behind him.
His gaze locked with Noah’s and it was filled with dread. Wolfe didn’t even have the ability to glamour the female. What the fuck were the cuffs made of? The even bigger question was, what had been in that syringe? How had they figured out how to weaken a vampire? There must have been experiments performed in order to gain any knowledge. Fuck, he was a damn vampire and didn’t even know these things himself.
“How are you feeling?” He tossed the question in Noah’s direction.
“Like my head is going to explode. Hungry.” Noah’s gaze turned glassy.
“Pull yourself together. We are Navy Seals. Twenty-four hours in this place is a fucking cake walk.”
Noah nodded and closed his eyes. Wolfe put his focus on the girl. “What do you know about the stuff they injected us with?”
She lifted her gaze from the floor and looked at him. “They don’t tell me about things like that.”
“I suppose not, but they have no problem using you as bait. You realize a vampire could break free of these bonds and tear your throat out?”
She nodded.
“Will they really let us go in twenty-four hours if we pass their little test?”
The female chewed her lip, which was all the answer he needed. Fuck their lives. This situation sucked. “What’s your name?”
“Heather.”
“Heather, my name is Wolfe, and that is Noah.”
