I'm staring into bright red eyes as the witch's mate holds me in a death grip. He hisses, "If anyone moves, she dies, and my mate kills the brat."

I stare him down.

Puna paces back and forth. I need to get closer to the witch.

The vampire invades my space, breathing in and out. He leans in close, "You smell just like Clara," he says. "I'm going to enjoy this."

I keep staring at him as he smirks.

He moves us both closer to the ...