Chapter Twelve
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Nikki“SERIOUSLY, IRON BARS?” I muttered, staring through the metal into the darkness at the surrounding desert.
Sighing, I removed the screen from the window and grasped the bars separating me from freedom, prepared to bend them like Superman. Unfortunately, all I managed to do was break the nail of my index finger after slamming my fist into the iron in frustration, when it wouldn’t budge.
“Damn,” I growled, staring at my broken fingertip, which I suspected would grow back quickly. Apparently, I’d overestimated my strength and was no superhero. Hell, at this point, I wasn’t so sure if I was even worthy of being called a vampire.
I turned around and stared in anger at the bedroom walls. I was trapped, a prisoner to the four guys in the next room. I also wasn’t
