And I couldn’t move my arms.
My hands were bound behind my back.
I thought back to the last thing I remembered.
I’d woken up on my bathroom floor.
No.
Wait.
I’d woken up onafloor.
I’d thrown up.
Then… someone had drugged me.
That explained the sluggish feeling and the way my body seemed to be several steps behind my thoughts.
I needed to go further back.
What’d happened before?
I’d met my friends. We’d done the pub quiz and then… then my Uber had canceled. I’d walked home, and Eric had followed me. Wait. No. Not Eric.
I’d called Eric.
Told him off.
But it hadn’t been him.
So…
Fuck, why did my head have to hurt this much?
Right.
Someone had hit me with something. And then… oh, there’d been a prick before, right?
Yeah.
I remembered… lying on the ground. Someone leaning down, looking at me. His eyes…
Vampire.
A sting in my neck and… nothing.
Fuck.
The fledglings had gotten to me.
At least… at least Eric knew that I’d been taken.
I wanted to laugh, but my mouth wouldn’t open.
I’d sent him away, demanded he leave me alone, yet here I was, praying for my stalker to come find me.
My life fucking sucked right now.
