He eyed his surroundings, taking in the dimly lit space and realizing he was inside a cargo van of some sort. Beside him, Kayla still slept, clearly under the influence of the drug they’d been given, her hands also tied. Thank God, she was okay and still with him. Sedation didn’t last long on a vampire with elder blood such as his own. But they’d filled him with plenty of drugs. The heaviness of his limbs left no doubt of that. The question was—why bother even trying to sedate him? Why not just kill him and be done with it? Whatever the reason, Ethan didn’t plan to find out. He yanked at the thick, corded ropes, testing their strength. Yanked again. Nothing. They were solid. “Ethan?” Kayla jerked upward, trying to escape, only to find she couldn’t budge. She eyed the restraints before fixing her gaze on him. “Where are we?” “Nowhere good,” Ethan said, rolling to his side to face her. “Are you okay?” She blew a strand of raven hair from her eyes. She nodded. “Considering the circumstances, fine.”
