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She was alreadyseeing a lot better when the Savage staggered forward, went to itsknees, and didn’t rise again. As the other two started toward her,something rushed from the shadows and swung something at one of theSavages. A second later, ashes erupted into the air.
Caro rested a handagainst the wall behind her and leapt to her feet. The remainingSavage’s flashlight beam bounced off the walls before reflectingoff Saber’s ruby-colored eyes.
Wrath contortedhis face into something nearly unrecognizable as his fangs slicedinto his bottom lip. Blood trickled down his chin and dripped offto splash onto the floor. The beam caught that bead before flashingaway.
The remainingSavage scrambled to get away, but he wasn’t fast enough. Saberswung his sword out and severed the Savage’s leg at its thigh. Thevamp opened its mouth to scream, but before any sound came out,fire burst from its eyes, licked up toward its hair, and evaporatedinto ashes.
Lowering hissword, Saber turned toward her as the flashlight hit the ground androlled away. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could sayanything, something rushed out of the darkness toward them.
Whatever it was,it moved with more than the inhuman speed of a vampire.
CHAPTER 56
Elena stood nearthe glass as she stared at the man standing across from her. Asmall piece of her mind and memory dimly recalled that was hername, but she often forgot it.
The memory of hername floated to the surface occasionally before vanishing back intothe chaos of her mind. But it wasn’t entirely chaos; at times,coherent thoughts would return, but those times were so fleetingand far between.
Most of her mindremained centered on blood and death. She craved bothsomuchbut couldn’t have either as they’d trapped her in thiscage.
She screeched asshe slapped her hands against the glass. If she couldgetout. If she could feed. The madness would ease if she couldsink her teeth into flesh, tear it apart, and rend it limb fromlimb as she feasted on blood.
Or at least herneed to kill would; she was sure of it. The thing controlling hermind most of the time said so. It whispered promises of reprievefrom her incessant thirst for blood and murder, but she couldn’thave that reprieve.
And the bastardacross from her wouldn’t allow them to be free. He stared at her,his pine green eyes full of sadness and his cheekbones sticking outof his pale face.
From somewhere inthe madness, a pang tugged at her heart. She didn’t like seeingthis man like this.
Logan, sherecalled.HisnameisLogan.
And with thatrecollection came a wash of something she couldn’t quite recognize,but it briefly pushed away her thirst. There was something abouthim, something she should recall….
She nearly graspedthe memory, but it vanished almost as soon as it rose.
Madness againdrowned out all rational thought until words repeatedly whisperedin her mind.Blood. Blood. Blood. Kill. Kill. Kill.
If they let herout of this cage, the first thing she’d do was attack the manacross from her. He’d put her in this cage, and for that, he wouldpay.
Not to mention, hewas almostalwayshere, teasing her with the distinct beatof his heart. Her mouth watered as she imagined sinking her fangsinto his throat, hooking her fingers into his flesh, and destroyinghim.
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Logan rested hishand against the glass before turning and trudging over to thewall. For a second, he believed he’d glimpsed his Elena once morebeneath the horror that had taken her over. Her eyes softened, andhe swore a spark of recognition lit them before it vanished.
He was torturinghimself with this, but he couldn’t give up hope. A small part ofher remained; he was certain of it.
Brie had seen ittoo, which helped assure him that he wasn’t insane or hoping forthings that would never be. Brie had told him not to give up hope,but there were days when hope was as far away as Pluto.
Those were thedays he hated himself the most. Elena would never give up on him;he couldn’t give up on her, but today, he feltdone.
Logan slumpedagainst the wall and slid down it. He drew his knees up to hischest, hugged them there, and closed his eyes as he rested his headagainst the wall. Trying to ease the anguish battering his soul, hetook a few deep breaths, but no amount of breathing could repairhis crushed heart.
One of the otherprisoners smashing the glass broke the silence, but Logan didn’tstir. He was used to their sounds by now.
CHAPTER 57
The thing moved sofast that Caro only caught flashes of it before it soared over herhead like some bat… if that bat was over five feet tall and weighedat least a hundred pounds.
That sounded likethe worst nightmare bat ever, but she’d rather face a bat onsteroids than whatever this was because this wasbad. Shedidn’t have to know what it was to know that; she felt it in everycell in her body.
