Isabel and the Werewolf Beast (Vampire Tales #1)

24. Isabel

Chapter twenty-four

Isabel

“ I realize you can hear me,” Silas said.

The worst part was that I could. I was in stasis again. Silas had me, but everything felt weird. Disconnected. The last thing I remembered was drinking Dante’s blood and then Silas’s voice taunting me. Had Silas killed Dante? If so, I’d make him pay so harshly, he’d wish I’d kill him. First, I needed to figure out why I was in stasis again, but it was so hard when my head hurt so much. What had Silas done to me now?

“Isabel, my love, you gave me no choice.”

Choice? What choice? And calling me love? His idea of love was twisted to the extreme.

“My curse didn’t give me the desired results. You kept avoiding the inevitable inside the castle, but now, I have you.” He laughed manically. “Part of you at least.”

Part of me?

His finger stroked my lip. If I wasn’t in stasis, I would have recoiled at the touch and slapped him away, or bitten the finger off into a bloody stump, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t wake myself. How injured was I to be this deep in the tomb of stasis?

“The most important part.” He lifted my top lip. “Once I figure out how to use your fangs to turn me, then we can be together always.”

He hummed a tune. Glass clinked against glass a tinkling sound alerting me to the presence of magical vials. He stepped around the room, footsteps heavy in my ears the only reason I heard him, and then returned and prodded my fangs.

“Soon, my love, soon.”