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“He is back at the house. Clay needed him there after what happened.”
“Everything is okay, though?” I said, suddenly worried about Aria. Realising her life was going to be as turbulent as mine in the end.
Seb nodded, seeing my worry. “Everything is fine, nothing to worry about.”
“What happened to you?” Blake asked.
“It all went so quickly. One minute I was having a coffee and the next I was in the bathroom in the coffee shop and could hear people going crazy. I was trying not to get involved. I thought it was a two rival gangs at first. Then I started speaking to Seb and the next thing I’m waking up on a bed tied up.”
“So the vamps have got a potion that can knock you out,” Blake said, tightening his lips into a straight line. “Bastards.”
“Possibly. My drink was fine, and I wasn’t eating anything.”
“We found Safir on the floor. She had a cloth over her mouth and knocked out, too,” Seb said.
My eyes widened as a trickle of shock ran through me. “It was her. Safir put the cloth over my mouth when I turned my back to tend to Zena.” I gasped as the realisation my friend had betrayed me in such a way.
“But she had a cloth over her mouth,” Seb said.
“I did it to stop her so I could escape while I still had some strength,” I said. “It made me feel drunk at first.”
“I wonder if it’s something similar to what Clay used on you to change your memory,” Seb said. “Which means somebody inside the kingdom is a traitor because only one of our own would know what would work on you.”
“Somebody inside the kingdom is helping the king of vampires,” I said.
“Or he has discovered the drug himself,” Blake said. His idea probably made more sense.
“I wonder why he did that and then let you go,” Seb said, looking out of the car window as though he’d find an answer.
“He didn’t let me go. The dark king rescued me.”
Seb raised his eyes. “How do you know that?”
“I just do,” I said. “The vamp isn’t the dark king.” I peered at him as he looked over his shoulder.
“Good enough reason,” Seb said sarcastically, still looking over his shoulder at me, but tilting his head to one side.
I turned away and stared out of the window, looking at the countryside as we passed acres and acres of farmland.
“Why didn’t you call for me?” Seb asked.
“I did. You and Kane, I even tried Carter. But heard nothing back. Then I tried Jack and Blake, though I know I don’t have that type of connection with them.”
“And then you called the dark king,” Seb said.
I nodded. “While I was trying to work out if I was already in his grasp.” I said. “He strapped my wrists and ankles, even restraining my thumbs to prevent me from doing my magic. The binding was strange because it made me feel weighed down, but there was hardly anything to it.”
“Some type of magic in the shackles?” Blake said. “The vampires are cunning and their use of dark magic is famed. Sorry go on.”
“When my captor spoke to me, I couldn’t work out who it was at first, then he called me Miss Summer and I recognised him. I called for the dark king at the same time as he was speaking to me, expecting my captor to stop talking, but the king of the vampires spoke at the same time as the dark king spoke in my head.”
“Because you thought the dark king was the king of the vampires?” Blake said.
“Yes, he said something to me once which made me suspect him and then the incident at the football match.”
“The man in the room might not have been the king of the vampires, it might have been one of his men or the faes may have held you.” Seb said.
“It was him.”
