"Stop," I scream, twisting to try and get out of Zane's iron-like grip on my arm. "Let me go."
This can't be happening. He's dead. I killed him and he was a freaking pile of ash.
His fingers tighten on my forearm, nails digging into my flesh, and a sob escapes my lips. I can't get free. Other shadows move toward us.
"Please, please help me," I beg.
Fangs flash in the darkness and I shrink away, but Zane keeps ahold of my arm.
"No, it's daylight even vamp ghosts can't be ou-"
"It's forever night inside the leyline," Zane laughs. "And we can torture you for eternity."
I try to wrestle my arm away, kicking him in the groin. Except the other vampires close in around us. Their dark, hollow eyes stare at me like I'm dinner. "Y-You can't take blood anymore."
Zane grins. "No, but we can dr
