Cassian
The compulsion lifted like a weight being removed from his mind, leaving Cassian gasping and disoriented in the small holding room. His father’s control had been getting stronger, lasting longer each time, but the brief periods of freedom were becoming more precious than air itself.
And this time, something was different.
Through the thin walls, he could hear the facility humming with activity—footsteps, equipment being moved, urgent conversations in hushed tones. His enhanced vampire hearing picked up fragments of orders being given, transport schedules being coordinated, medical equipment being packed.
They were moving. Today.
Cassian forced himself to his feet, his body still weak from the latest compulsion cycle. He had maybe an hour, maybe two, before his father would ret
