A sharp slap to the face accompanied that order. Will Mato’s eyes cracked open. He squinted, trying to see around him. The room was damn dark, so it was hard to make out anything. He tried to stand up—only to realize that he was tied to a hard, wooden chair. Awareness flooded back through him. “What in the hell—?” A bright light flashed on right over his head. A bare bulb that dangled from some kind of slender cord. “Not hell,” Will was told by that grim voice. “Though I’m sure you’ll be getting there, soon enough.” His heart raced faster as Will locked his gaze on the man in front of him. Tall, big, dark-haired—the bastard who’d attacked him before. “What the hell did you do?” Will snarled. “Knocked your ass out,” he was told. “And now, you and I have plenty of time to talk.” Will’s heart raced faster. He’d just caught sight of the fangs behind the man’s lips. “Just so you know…you’re about to be dead.” The guy smiled down at him, definitely flashing those fangs.
