CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
JACK TURNED OVER IN the overly soft bed. When Lin had first brought him back to the mansion, he'd been thrown in a cell in the basement. Delirious with silver poisoning, he'd been bound and caged, until Lin let him out with no explanation. Flipping onto his other side, he almost wished he were in that cell again. The cot had been hard but more comfortable than this bed, and he'd been blissfully ignorant of Night and her putrescent magic.
He'd woken up when a gang of vampires had left with Night earlier, and couldn't get back to sleep. He flopped onto his back, throwing an arm over his head.
Where did they go? And what are they up to?
Breathing into his diaphragm, he rubbed his shoulder, which was still sore even though the necromancer had pronounced him healed. But L
