Chapter 38: Magic Us the Hell out of Here

"Stop," I scream, twisting to try and get out of Zane's iron-like grip on my arm. "Let me go."

This can't be happening. He's dead. I killed him and he was a freaking pile of ash.

His fingers tighten on my forearm, nails digging into my flesh, and a sob escapes my lips. I can't get free. Other shadows move toward us.

"Please, please help me," I beg.

Fangs flash in the darkness and I shrink away, but Zane keeps ahold of my arm.

"No, it's daylight even vamp ghosts can't be ou-"

"It's forever night inside the leyline," Zane laughs. "And we can torture you for eternity."

I try to wrestle my arm away, kicking him in the groin. Except the other vampires close in around us. Their dark, hollow eyes stare at me like I'm dinner. "Y-You can't take blood anymore."

Zane grins. "No, but we can drain your soul until there's nothing left of you but the memory of pain."

My heart swells in my throat. I feel like I'm going to be sick. "Please, no."