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Typical vampire arrogance. I almost rolled my eyes. Instead, I wordlessly pulled out my knife and released the blade.
Étan grunted and shut the van door. He got into the front, and Blaise accelerated around the terminal and headed out of the airport.
I hunkered down on the metal floor near Zaq. Close, but not too close.
I was shaken, damn it. I couldn’t risk smelling his dark, too-right scent again.
Zaq Kral was a monster.
And I was a monster hunter.
He could never be right.
2
ZAQ
I came back to consciousness with a jolt. I was sprawled face down on a dirty metal floor, arms secured painfully behind my back.
My lungs seized. For a few seconds I was back in Syria, where relief workers were always at risk of being captured.
The floor was moving. No, we were moving. I was in the back of a van, or maybe a closed truck.
It came back to me then. The sad-faced woman in the oversized Ravens hoodie. The syringe. The vampires.
I’d survived a bombed-out city only to be kidnapped in fucking Paris? Served me right for traveling without a bodyguard. Father had warned me I was asking for trouble, but I’d always been able to blend in with humans, even though I sucked at producing a normal, feature-changing glamour. Instead, I somehow dimmed the slight radiance that marked me as a dhampir and threw up a barrier that made the viewer’s gaze slide past me.
Snick, snick. “You’re awake.”
I turned my head. The woman from the airport was crouched on the floor of the van, extending and retracting a switchblade. She eyed me through dark glasses like she was sizing up dinner with me as the main course.
So much for the damsel-in-distress act.
That’s what you get for playing hero, Zaq.
She extended and retracted the switchblade again. Snick, snick.
My nape tightened. The blade was long and silver, the kind you used to stake a vampire—or a dhampir.
I drew my legs beneath me and sat up. The inside of the van swooped around me, an aftereffect of whatever they’d injected me with.
My stomach heaved. Bile burned my throat. I braced my feet on the floor and concentrated on not throwing up.
Snick, snick.
I gave my aching head a shake to clear it. Not a good idea. A bright bolt of pain lanced through my brain. I gritted my teeth and scooted backward until my shoulders were against the wall, my bound hands pressed into the small of my back.
The two vampires were in the front, the big dark-haired man at the wheel and the lean blond on the phone.
I gave the woman what I hoped was a death’s-head glare, but was probably a helluvalot more wimpy, given that I had trouble focusing my eyes. “What the fuck’s going on?”
“You’ll see.”
I growled. “That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the only one you’ll get.”
The van rounded a curve too fast. Brakes squealed. I braced my feet against the floor so I wouldn’t be thrown back onto my face.
