Half-Blooded | The Dark Child Prophecy Series [✔️]

Chapter 62: Out of Our Hands [M]

The following night, the sounds of tires on a roughly paved road woke me from my slumber within the car. My eyes opened and I found myself no longer in the middle seat. I turned my head to see the window to my right, the world outside dark and full of forest. I winced when we hit a bump, jarring me against the passenger side door. I immediately grabbed for the door handle and frantically yanked at the release mechanism, ignoring the burning sensation of the silver handcuffs against my wrists.

"Nice try, Miss Mezdor. But even in this day and age, cars come with child locks," came Killian's voice from behind me and I glanced over my shoulder to shoot him a dirty look.

"Where are we, Page?" I asked, my tone low.

My body ached all over, now on its sixth night with less than two glasses of blood and minimal food from the week in captivity. I could feel my vampire thirst beginning to fill my stomach with a deep pang of hunger that a mere sandwich or piece of bread couldn't quell. Normally, I would be able to let my vampire instincts take over and rip someone's head off; but with the silver restraints around my wrists, and now my ankles I noticed, I was too weak to function. Hives covered my arms and I could feel them on my ankles. The burning, itching sensation of the allergic reaction was nearly intense enough to keep me from sleeping, despite my exhaustion.

"You'll see soon enough," he answered. Page turned his head to look at me from where he had been staring out the opposite window. "But I'd prefer to surprise you," he added, snapping his fingers.

I squealed when hands from the third row of seats suddenly looped a piece of cloth in place around my mouth, gagging me. I tried to shake my head and lean forward out of reach, but they already had me. The gag pulled tight around my cheeks, slipping between my lips and jaws before I could stop it. The lackey yanked, knocking me back in my seat until my head hit the headrest hard. Before I could make another noise or tug myself free, a bag was dropped over my head.

"And now, for a little nap," Page said from my left, his voice completely calm.

I felt the hot sensation of a needle sliding into my thigh and I hissed a breath into my lungs, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. Suddenly, I was filled with the cold, metallic feeling of medicine from a shot. But this wasn't medicine. My muscles began to burn through my entire body, drowning me in liquid fire. I could taste metal in my mouth and I knew it was silver nitrate. My head began to tingle across my scalp and temples as my body fought against the allergic reaction. I began to feel hazy as I started to lose the fight, the drugs conquering my battle-weakened body.

I couldn't breathe, and I spent my last few seconds trying desperately to reach Jason over our bond, only to find that I was lost in a silver fog with no way to connect thoughts. And there, I lost myself in purgatory.

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"Alright, Mistress, after you," Killian Page's voice said from beside me and the car came to a stop.

The bag was pulled off and I shook my head to clear my hair from my vision. I glanced to my right to look for the door as I heard it unlock. I tried to see where we were, but my eyes were still blurred over. The cloth that had been wrapped around my mouth scratched at my lips and I shot Killian a glare when he grinned at me.

"Come along now. We don't have all night. The sun will be rising," he said, his smirk growing.

I scooted on the bench seat towards the door as it was opened wider. I glanced down to see the restraints around my ankles had been removed. I looked up when the tall bald man from Ireland was suddenly in the gap of space, blocking my view of where they had taken me. The man reached for me and snatched my elbow, dragging me forward.