Page 120 of Fang Fiction

“I always have a choice,” Tess snarled, but Felix smiled coldly in response.

“Not if I glamour you.”

Felix stood directly in front of Tess, locking his eyes on hers.

“Don’t try to fight me,” he murmured. “It’ll only be worse for you if you do.”

His eyes changed—they had the same glow she’d seen from Callum’s and Sylvie’s eyes on the Isle, except Felix’s were a terrible green and gold. It was a horrible sensation, like his fingers were all inside her mind, rummaging through the folds of her brain until he found the spot he wanted. She wanted to scream, to cry out, but she couldn’t move—her entire body was paralyzed, and everything felt confusing and fuzzy, like she was going to float away. She tried to look over at Joni and Flora, but she couldn’t move—

“Focus on me,” Felix said. “Focus on the sound of my voice.”

Yes, that was better. Her head didn’t hurt so much if she just listened to his voice.

“Good.” He sighed, clearly taking pleasure in having complete control. “Now tell me. Where are Callum and Octavia?”

“I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you know?” he pressed, his voice growing thin with impatience.

“Because they wouldn’t tell us.” Tess’s voice was utterly emotionless, but she could feel the tears burning behind her eyes. “They said it was safer if we didn’t know.”

“And then what? They just left?” Felix laughed meanly. “Your big strong lover abandoned you to die?”

“Yes.” Tess heard the echo of her own voice, and she hated it. “He left me.”

“Did he feed you his blood before he left? Are you in his thrall?”

“No.” Tess shook her head. “I fed him mine.”

“You dirty little slut.” Felix’s eyes were alive with interest.

“Enough.” Konstantin held out his hand. “She doesn’t know anything. Let’s get them both back to the townhouse.”

“Fine,” Felix grumbled. “I just want to taste her first.”

Tess wanted to run, to fight, to do anything, but she couldn’t move, it was like her whole body was suspended in formaldehyde, green and poison.

“Be a good little lamb and bend your neck for me?”

Tess didn’t want to do it. He was going to make her do it.

“Leave her alone!” Joni cried. “Get the fuck away from her!”

“Shut up!” Felix shouted at Joni. “Yours is coming next.”

It must have been in that moment that Felix broke the glamour—his attention was too focused on Joni to stay completely in control of Tess—because Tess suddenly realized she could move again, and the foggy feeling was gone. As quickly as she could, she grabbed a stake under her cape and got ready.

“Now, where were we?” Felix turned back to Tess. “Oh, right. Dinner.”

He swooped in close, but before he could sink his fangs into her, Tess drove the stake into his chest instead.

“You bitch,” he shrieked, lurching backward. The stake hadn’t hit his heart, but he was injured and bleeding badly as he pulled it out. “I’m going to make you regret that.”

He looked at Tess for a long moment—then turned and rushed toward Joni instead.

“NO,” Tess screamed, and she took off after him, she ran so fast her lungs burned, but it was no use—he was so much faster, she was about to watch a vampire murder her best friend—

“Christ, Felix. Still picking on humans? You’re so pathetic.”