Page 78 of Bound By Blood

Her eyes glittered with a fierce intensity. “Tell me.”

“Sure,” Zack replied affably. “Right after you tell me what you’ve done with Kaitlyn.”

Nadiya glared at him. “All I have to do is say the word and she is dead.”

Zack’s hands clenched into fists. He had never hit a woman but he was sorely tempted to start with this one. “Kill her and you’ll never see your son again.”

Nadiya’s gaze searched his. She had not seen her son’s body. She grabbed at the slender thread of hope Ravenscroft’s words offered. “Is he still alive?” Her voice broke on the last word.

“Is she?” It took all Zack’s concentration to keep his voice even.

Nadiya straightened to her full height, her eyes flashing fire as they met his. “This is getting us nowhere.”

“I heard what Drake said about hunting you down if you harm Kaitlyn. If he fails, I will find you, and I will finish it.”

Anger flashed in Nadiya’s eyes. She glared at him, her body quivering, her eyes narrowing in concentration.

Magick shimmered in the air as she summoned her power.

Zack felt it push against him like an invisible hand. He steeled himself against it, his own power surfacing in response. Her magick swept over him like fingernails raking across his skin, but whatever spell she was conjuring had no other effect. Her magick had worked on Drake. Zack had no idea why it didn’t work on him. He frowned thoughtfully. Maybe her witchcraft was nullified because he wasn’t a Romanian vampire but one of the dreaded Others.

It was the only reason that made sense.

Chapter Thirty

Wolfram Castle was a formidable structure, even in the moonlight, Zack mused. Large and rectangular, there were round turrets at three of the corners and a high, arched entrance. Battlements edged the flat roof. The single entry, flanked by two towers, faced the rising sun. Stone steps led to an impressive, iron-barred door made of what looked like solid oak.

Zack stood aside as Drake opened the door. The Master Vampire’s expression was grim, his thoughts obviously deeply troubled.

It was Elena who invited Zack into the castle. He felt the faint brush of preternatural power over his skin as he crossed the threshold.

Wolfram Castle was as impressive on the inside as it was on the outside, he thought, taking a quick look around. If this room was any indication, the castle interior had been remodeled, perhaps several times. In spite of its massive size, the room, probably once the great hall, had a homey feel to it. A pair of flowered sofas faced each other in front of a large stone hearth, several overstuffed chairs were grouped together around an oval coffee table. He guessed the trestle table against the far wall was part of the original castle furnishings. No doubt the hearth was also part of the original structure.

“Nice place,” Zack remarked.

“Thank you,” Elena said. “Your room is this way.”

Drake laid a staying hand on Elena’s arm but his gaze was on Zack. “There are a few things I need to go over with Mr.Ravenscroft.”

“What might those be?” Zack asked, faintly amused by Drake’s formal tone.

“There is a small town at the foot of the mountain,” Drake said. “You will not hunt there.”

Zack nodded. “Your territory, your rules.”

“There is a large city to the east. I ask that you be discreet when you hunt.”

“Right. No bodies drained of blood left lying in the street.”

Drake glared at Zack; then, his expression softening, he looked at Elena. “You will not leave Wolfram, day or night, without me.”

“But …”

“We will not discuss this,” Drake said adamantly. “Until Nadiya has been captured or destroyed, you are not to go out alone.”

Elena blew out an aggrieved sigh. “All right.”

Drake kissed Elena’s cheek, then vanished from sight.

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