I crouched by him. “I didn’t walk through a room full of half-asleep vampires for nothing.” The chain holding him was long, thin, and silver. It wrapped around his hands until it was an inch thick, and then the chain ran down his back to snake around his ankles. The chain had burned through his jeans. I swear I could hear a little sizzle coming from the silver against his skin. “I guess the silver thing isn’t just in the movies.”
Dastien’s face was white with pain but he wasn’t crying out. “No.” “Great. Well, good thing I’m new.”
“You can’t—”
Before he could stop me, I ripped the chains that were holding his wrists and ankles together. It didn’t burn me at all.
“You’re lucky your mate has bruja blood,” Donovan said. “Me next, if you will, lass.”
“Sure.” I started to unwind the chain f
