Page 52 of Bound By Blood

“Okay,” he conceded. “Point taken.”

“Good.” She glanced at the hole in the roof. “I’d better go get those blankets.”

Zack nodded. He hated to see her go, even for a short time, but blocking the sun was the only way to keep it from burning him to a crisp. He had been burned once before and it wasn’t something he wanted to experience again.

Leaning his head back against the side of the tower, he closed his eyes. He had been a young vampire then, still cocky enough to think he was invincible. He had been idling in one of the pubs, flirting with one of the doxies. He could have compelled her to go with him, but that took all the fun out of it. Finally, she agreed to let him take her home. She had been a lusty wench and they had made love far into the night. Drunk on her blood, amused by her stamina, he had paid little attention to the time until it was too late, until he felt the first sharp pain skate over his skin when the morning sun filtered through the open window of her bedroom.

When he tried to leave, she grabbed hold of him with both hands, begging him to stay. Each second in the sun’s light had been torture. Finally, not caring what she would think, he threw her across the room, his movements hampered by the sheets tangled around his legs.

Muttering an oath, he had dissolved into mist and fled the house.

If not for the heavy chains that bound him to the tower wall, he would have done the same thing now. But the silver negated his preternatural power, leaving him weak and vulnerable to the sun’s light.

It took Kaitlyn only moments to return to her bedroom, where she gathered up an armful of blankets and quilts. Hurrying into the kitchen, she grabbed a few bags of blood from the refrigerator.

She glanced at the clock as she made her way back to the tower. The mortals who lived within the Fortress would be waking soon. Even as she ducked through the doorway that led to the tower stairs, she heard the hum of voices drifting up from the kitchen below.

Muttering, “That was close,” she raced up the stairs.

When she entered the tower, Zack was pressed up against the wall as far as he could go. His eyes were closed against the sun’s light. Was he already asleep?

She whispered his name, but there was no response. It was probably for the best, she thought. If he was asleep, maybe the pain wouldn’t be so bad.

She quickly spread the quilts and blankets over him, making sure he was covered from head to foot. When that was done, she tucked the bagged blood under the blankets where he would be sure to find it.

“I’ll get you out of here as soon as I can,” she promised, her anger at her father sparking to life with renewed fury.

She was about to leave the tower when her gaze fell on the broken door. Lifting the largest piece, she angled it over Zack so that one end rested on the floor and the other rested against the wall, providing added protection from the sun.

With a satisfied nod, she left the tower.

And went directly to her parents’ apartment. She knocked softly, and when there was no response, she knocked again, harder. Mom?”

Elena opened the door and peered into the hallway. “Kaitlyn, what is it?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“Now?”

“Yes, right now. It’s important.”

“Come on in.”

“Not here. In my room.”

“All right, give me a few minutes.”

True to her word, Elena arrived shortly thereafter. “Is something wrong, sweetie?”

Kaitlyn closed and locked the door. “Zack is here.”

“What?”

“Zack, he’s here. You didn’t know?”

Elena shook her head. “No. Where is he?”

“Dad locked him in the tower. I’ve got to get him out of there.” She blinked back her tears. “Before it’s too late.”

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