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I went stilland rigid as thick fingers tightened around my throat, cutting off my air supply and the knife point dug in a bit deeper.
“You thought you were so clever, setting me up. But now, guess what? I’ve got nothing to lose. Which means I’m going to dowhatever the fuck I wantto you.” He pressed hard on my windpipe as he dragged me back down the stairs, his knife dragging across my neck and opening up a wound that burned like fire.
Everyone above us was still coming down from the adrenaline high of the amulets—Callum trying to untangle his vampires. Nobody saw me.
I let go of all my shadows, flooding the entire building with light.
If the pinheads are going to show, now would be a great damn time,I thought as black flecks floated across my vision like drunken flies.
I heard Malcolm yell, “Shakespeare!”
But my eyelids are having a hard time staying open. I can hardly focus on the one thing Andros told me to do. Told me I must do if I ever got captured.
I turned my palm to face behind me and turned on my microwaves. I blasted them at full power—right at Muller’s dick.
I couldn’t even revel in his screech of terror because his hand clenched my neck even harder, wrenching it to the side … I felt my limbs go limp. I started to fall forward when I felt awhoosh.
I was on the stairs. And there was a knife at my neck. “You thought you were so clever, setting me up. But now, guess what? I’ve got nothing to lose. Which means I’m going to dowhatever the fuck I wantto you.”
Muller. The detective had me in a chokehold and had a knife at my neck. My mind raced as he dragged me backward down the stairs.
“Jordan!” I screeched, calling for the vampire who was still twitching and writhing on the ground.
His head flashed up.
“Fresh blood,” I gasped.
And suddenly, a vampire loomed over Muller and me, his fangs dripping poisoned blood.
I felt Muller stiffen behind me and I felt something wet against my ass. Muller had pissed himself.
Jordan wrenched the detective away, and I heard Malcolm yell, “Shakespeare!” at the same moment, but I couldn’t respond—couldn’t do anything. Jordan’s movement had made Muller slice right through my neck and all I could see was a fountain of blood erupting from my own neck.
A huge hand latched onto me, and Andros’ voice growled in my ear. “Ignore everything I fucking told you. Don’t make him kill you. Don’t! I can’t watch it again,” his voice cracked.
Whoosh.
Fingers tightened around my neck and the business end of a knife pressed into my jugular.
A strange sense of déjà vuhit me as I realized Muller was attacking me. My first instinct was to burn him. But then I remembered what Andros had told me.
Get him to kill you.
The fastest way to ensure that Muller killed me … was summoning my stepfather. “Claude,” I gasped.
The ghost materialized a second later, his blue eyes gleaming with wrath as if he could hear my voice and realized I’d summoned him.
Immediately, I coated my body in shadow so that Claude wouldn’t have the chance to possess me himself.
“Fuck no—” Muller started to wrench himself away from me when he realized what was happening, but I watched Claude slide easily into his body. I knew the second that my stepfather had taken control because Muller’s voice changed. It got breathier.
“I always knew you had a taste for pain, little Hayley,” Claude whispered using Muller’s lips. The edge of the knife slid down from my neck and stabbed just below my collarbone where I could see it.
I gasped.
Muller chuckled, the sick, twisted chuckle that my stepfather had always had. “Such wasted potential.”
