battle with controlling her breathing. She knew better than to lose her cool, but she couldn’t stop the fear rising in her.
Mae is on her date with Corbin , she thought, calming herself. This guy was just a jerk and was probably all bluster, no real bark. Though, she did wonder who Nile was and who the artsy girl was he was supposed to pick up. Her inner alarms had more than likely gone off because he was a supernatural and she’d not run into many on campus outside of herself and Mae. Well, that and he was a douche. That much was clear from his thoughts.
This party is a joke , the man continued from his spot across the large chapter room.
Alice wondered what he was doing at a party known campus-wide to be a sexual haven if he didn’t want anything to do with it at all. The more she watched him, the more unease returned, settling deep in her. She held her phone loosely, the text to her father started but never finished or sent.
The man raked his gaze around the room and then froze as his eyes landed on her. A sick, twisted smile tugged at his lips as he pushed off the wall, boldly walking in her direction. The college kids naturally made way for him, parting as if they too sensed the alpha in the male and subconsciously recognized how deadly he was.
Alice felt like a trapped rat, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. He’d set his sights on her and he was headed straight for her.
Run , she thought, yet couldn’t seem to get her feet to cooperate. By the time she managed to get her act together, he was close enough to touch her. The minute his hand made contact with her skin, her succubus screamed. Even the harlot didn’t want the man’s touch. When she wasn’t on board with a guy, there was a serious problem.
She jerked out of his grasp, and he laughed, leaning in close, his hot breath moving over her cheek. “I can smell it on you.”
She tensed. What could he smell on her?
“Succubus,” he said with a hushed whisper, grabbing her arm again, squeezing tight. “We heard a rumor there was one in the area. Looks like the grapevine was right for once.”
Alice found her nerve and stepped back, narrowing her gaze on the man. She looked him up and down and shook her head. “Not interested, bucko.”
He smiled, but it never reached his eyes. His thoughts came at her in fragments. What he wanted to do to her had very little to do with sex. He let her leave his space, and she seized the moment, rushing down the hall and out of the front door. The cool night air rushed over her, giving her a sense of security. She walked at a brisk pace, nearly running in hopes to put distance between herself and the man. She exhaled, assuming she’d managed to put enough space between them to be safe. Something pinched her neck and she swatted at it, coming away with a small red dart. Confusion knitted her brow as she stared at the dart in her hand. Everything around her blurred and she staggered, turning and catching sight of the man from the party. He was there, holding a weapon in his hand as he wore the same, calculated smile he’d had on his face inside. The smile was the last thing she saw before darkness swallowed her whole.
Chapter Three
Brad hissed as the guards took turns hitting him with chains. Each strike cut deeper, ripping flesh and drawing blood. He trembled in pain at the bite of each strike but did his best to avoid showing as much. He’d rather die than allow them to see they were getting to him. They were winning. It wasn’t as if he could fight back. Not with the amount of drugs they had in his system and the fact he was tethered to the wall by silver-coated chains that also cut into his flesh. As a shifter he had a natural-born allergy to silver, and the guards exploited it to their advantage as often as possible. It would take him days to heal the damage they’d done already by chaining him the way they had.
In the past, they’d left him chained and bound overnight , and by morning the flesh, in the