I strained my ears, listening for any other sounds.
I could hear muffled beeps of what sounded like construction equipment. It was too quiet for my coffin to be sitting out in the open. Knowing dragon shifters’ vindictive natures, I’d likely been buried alive somewhere, but not very deeply, or I wouldn’t have been able to hear any sounds at all.
I tried kicking at the metal lid of the coffin, but the narrowed space didn’t give me much space for maneuvering, and while I was powerful, I was not werewolf strong.
I suspect, however, even a werewolf might not be able to escape these confines. A metal coffin—I’m going to shred her wings when I get out of here.
Growling, I tried to expand my awareness, preparing to issue a command.
I mentally slammed into a brick wall.
What?
I tried again, but I couldn’t feel other vampires, or reach out to them. It was like the ability was blocked.
Gisila. That stupid dragon set a seal!
Sealing supernatural powers inside a space fell within the abilities of dragon shifters. I’d known that for years and witnessed a recent example in Tutu’s.
Does that mean she sealed my healing abilities?
I didn’t think so, already my aching head was feeling better. I didn’t know if it was even possible for her to achieve that, as it was a part of a vampire’s biological makeup.
Great. So I’ll be fine and dandy in the pink of health, stuck in this metal coffin. How exciting.
It didn’t matter. I would get out of here.
Gisila was sure to want to gloat in my face, so she’d dig me out eventually, but I was positive I’d be found before then.
Because Jade would never stop looking for me.
Killian and his whiny siblings of course would join the search for me, and vampire society would be on the watch for me as well. The wizards might even help thanks to Hazel Medeis, and I was certain the task force would be actively looking for me.
Gisila had gotten herself a lot of enmity.
But. Out of everyone, the person she needed to fear most was Jade O’Neil. Not because she was a slayer, not because she was a task force member, but because Jade was loyal to her dying breath.
She’d find me. And once she pried me out of here, Gisila would regret the day she’d ever set eyes on my red-haired slayer.
So I will wait, without worry.
I’d use the time to nurse my resentment, and when Jade came for me, I’d be ready.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
Jade
Irubbed my eyes, unable to get the gritty feeling of exhaustion out of them even though I’d just slept and my hair was still damp from my shower.
Two days.
It’d beentwo dayssince Considine had been taken.
No one had seen hair nor hide of Gisila since. Any employee of hers that had been located was brought in for questioning, but most of them hadn’t even seen Gisila since she’d returned to Magiford.
Although we still haven’t been able to find those vampire guards Margarida and Auberi talked about at the vampire gala…but that probably means they’re with her. Like that mob of fae we have yet to locate. But I’m more worried that Considine hasn’t reached out to any vampires with a command…
