Aspen
The moment my eyes opened I tried to fly from the bed I was laying on. I remembered everything and the anger I had been feeling at the cub was still there boiling away under the surface.
Except I couldn't move anything but my head.
“I will-” I tried to lift my arms and couldn't. Lifting my head I stared downward. They were tied. And not by some invisible force either. The rope was white. Thin but strong. My muscles bunched and my hand closed into fists but it didn't even loosen it by a millimetre.
“Now now Aspen.”
My head snapped around to the side. The vampire who had somehow glamoured me was sitting in a plush brocade chair not two feet away. A smile on his face as he sipped what looked like red wine from a cut crystal glass.
I knew it wasn’t red wine.
It was blood.
Sti
