Bride (Ali Hazelwood) by Ali Hazelwood

            “Told you I couldn’t do it without contact,” I say. Bob screams at us to let him out, and Serena gives the security door a guilty look.

            “Seriously?”

            “On the one hand, he’s a dick. On the other, he did sneak me extra vanilla pudding once.”

            “I cannot wait to hear everything about this retirement home life of yours.”

            She winces. “Let’s go. I don’t think he had a phone with him, but I might have missed it.”

            We run to the end of the hallway, only to find another locked door. “This one looks pretty light. If we both throw our weight at it, we should be able to break through. At my three, okay?”

            Serena gives me a puzzled look. Then takes a step forward, grabs the handle, and turns it.

            The door opens.

            “How did you know—?”

            “I didn’t. I did this thing—it’s called checking. You should try it sometime.”

            I clear my throat and brush past her on my way out, my chest squeezing at how much I’ve missed her.

            “Not that watching you hammering your way through the whole thing wouldn’t have been peak entertainment, but . . .” She falls silent and stops in her tracks. And so do I. We’re both stunned into immobility, because . . .

            I had it right when I said Serena’s cell was in an attic, but the building is much taller than we’d expected. There are at least twenty floors underneath us. This is a high-rise, one that’s very familiar.

            Because I grew up in it.

            “Is this the Nest?” Serena murmurs. She’s been here only once, but the place is too distinctive to forget.

            I nod slowly. When I look behind me, I see that the door we just exited is painted the same color as the wall. Near perfect camouflage. “I don’t get it.”

            “Bob was a Were, right? I didn’t get it wrong, did I?”

            I shake my head. Bob’s blood pumped much faster than a Human’s, and he definitely wasn’t a Vampyre.

            “So we had Were guards, and the Mick guy brought you here, but we’re in Vampyre territory. How?”

            “I don’t know.”

            Serena shakes herself. “We can figure it out later. We need to get the hell out of here before someone catches us.”

            I nod and start down the stairs. About halfway through the first flight, Serena takes my hand. When we reach the end, I lace my fingers with hers. I have no clue what’s going on, but Serena is here, and everything will be all right if—

            “Stop,” a voice says from behind us. A very memorable one.

            Fear creeps up the back of my neck. I spin on my heels to find Vania smiling at me.

            “I’m going to need you to come with me. One last time, Misery.”





CHAPTER 28




                             He didn’t think he could love her more, but she is a constant surprise.





Serena and I are fairly well-trained in self-defense, but Vania is my father’s most skilled enforcer. She’s holding not one, but two knives, and is flanked by two guards—the same who escorted me into Vampyre territory all those weeks ago. Attempting to take them would be severely idiotic, and Serena and I are not quite that bad. So we march in front of her, hands raised over our heads, and follow her directions. Aware that should one of us decide to run, the other would end up with a knife in her back.

            Let’s be real: Serena would end up with a knife in her back. I would probably just get dragged by the ear in front of my father.

            Because we’re at the Nest. And Vania answers to him and no one else.

            “If they murder me, avenge me,” Serena whispers.

            It’s nice, all this faith she seems to have in me. “Any preferences on how?”

            “Be creative.”