ALLISON
A sickly sweet smile peeked at me through the bars, its owner’s dark eyes gleaming with merriment as they peered down.
Alistair.
He was back, and the gleeful expression on his face made my stomach twist into a tight, nauseous knot. I hadn’t expected his return so soon, not after the chokehold incident with the Royal, but my expectations clearly meant nothing here. He was here, and the sadistic glint in his eyes told me the intermission was over.
He wasn’t alone.
A new figure stood beside him, a statue carved from granite. The new male’s expression was stoic, his face unreadable as he stared down at me. He was an abomination as well, a vampire, undoubtedly. He possessed that unrealistic, predatory perfection common to their kind. He was taller than Alistair, his large frame pac
