“Is that your name? Your real name? Dali?” Matthew whispered as the blond vampire whom Arius had called ‘Dali’ bound his legs to a kitchen chair. It had been dragged into the living room and set in the middle of the now-stained carpet. A single line of light had appeared underneath the drapery. Dawn was coming, but it was coming so very, very slowly. And why not? Matthew thought. It’s not like hurrying the sun along is going to help anything.
In lieu of rope, Dali had simply yanked the phone cord out of the jack. It was thin and flexible and seemed to get tighter any time that Matthew shifted. At this point, they’d made no attempt to bind Gavin. They hadn’t had to. Anytime Gavin shifted, even his eyes, a simple lift of a hand to Matthew’s throat had stilled him.
“It’s a nice name,” Matth
