A thousand questions slammed through her head. What was happening? Where was Jorick? Where was Loren or Micah or Oren?

Verchiel picked through them and chose which ones to answer. "The guy with the tattoos is fine, and the other one will live for now. Injuries are not life threatening to vampires, only troublesome."

"His arm?" she murmured weakly.

"I'm afraid he's lost that. Vampirism only heals so much."

The lights in the corridors still worked. The ...