Tattered And Torn

Lisa. I shivered, running my hands over my bare arms and staring at myself in the mirror. I looked and felt like me, but...A red light flickered desperately at the back of my mind, warning me there was a big important thing I was missing. I knew Drakan had done something to me. That, or he had intentionally released me because he had a plan up his sleeve. No one left the vamp king’s layer unscathed, or without a solid motive. I knew this. The men knew this. What if he had followed me here? “He can’t get in here, even if he followed you here,” Dominic grunted in his wheelchair in the corner. Since I’d arrived, he insisted on keeping an eye on me or keeping me company. He wasn’t exactly a ray of sunshine in the darkness, but his snarkiness and irritable moods definitely worked as a distraction. I sighed, dropping my hands to my sides. “I know.” I turned to look at him. Even though he was in a fragile state, even wheelchair-bound, Dominic looked like a feral beast you wouldn’t want to mes