Page 77 of Blood Descendants

He slices through the rope around my wrists. And I surge forward, attempting a last-ditch effort at freedom.

But even as I grab for his knife, Augustus is suddenly across the room, my hair ruffling in the wind he creates with his incomprehensiblespeed.

He only smirks as he rests his hand on the doorknob. “Just remember, as you serve the rest of your days as a living donor, that you brought this on yourself, Lana. You could have had a different life if you’d have just minded your own damn business.”

He twists the knob and steps out, even as I surge to my feet.

But I’m nowhere near fast enough. Before I’m halfway across the room, the door has shut again, and I hear a heavy lock click into place.

I slam against the door futilely. My fists bang on the steel surface.

“Augustus!” I scream, tasting blood in my throat, the word comes out so brutally. “You can’t do this, you bastard! Ares will find you, and he will fucking end you!”

But I hear nothing out there but silence.

Cold, dead silence.

The tears push heavy on my lashes as I turn, taking in the room for the first time. My breath rips in and out of my chest in rough pulls.

There are no windows. There are no light switches even. I can’t even tell where the red light is coming from.

There is a blanket on the floor. There is a bucket in the corner. There is no food and no source of water. The only furniture is the chair I was tied to and the one Augustus sat in.

It’s a blank, empty room.

With no escapes. With no way out, except for that locked door.

I have no idea where I am. I don’t know how long it’s been since I was taken. I pat my pockets, and sure enough, my cell phone is gone. I have no way to contact anyone. And from thelack of sound coming into this room, I assume no sound is getting out either.

I’ve been taken by my sadistic, fake father-in-law. And I don’t doubt him.

In just a few days, a buyer is going to show up.

I’ve been sold to a vampire, and there is no escaping.

THE END OF BOOK ONE