Warm blood dripped onto my eyelid, sliding down to the corner of my eye like a grotesque tear.

My hand trembled as I realized what had just happened. Logan's hand cupped the back of my head, his grip firm and cold.

His voice, low and menacing, sounded right next to my ear. "Elaine, listen carefully. You are mine."

Then, just as suddenly, his weight disappeared. I scrambled to stand, my legs trembling so much that I had to grip the table behind me ...