*Gwen's POV*
I awoke the next morning to an excruciating pain in my neck and brushed my fingers across my wound. It felt like Darick had taken a piece of my flesh from me.
He wouldn't—would he?
My eyes widened at the thought but then returned to their normal size when I realized that the wound was too small and insignificant.
Then it came back to me in a wave. Darick had bitten me…he drank from me. He actually drank from me. But how much did he take to render me unconscious?
I was momentarily distracted from my pain by the surroundings of a dark and chilly room.
Where in the world was I?
“Hello?!" I called out, my voice loud enough for anyone with and without supernatural to hear.
Did vampires have advanced hearing? Clearly not, since no one came for me.
After waiting a few
