Escape had always been in the back of my mind, but I had stupidly assumed that forgiveness for my false crime was an achievable goal. Now, I didn’t have a choice. If I didn’t escape, I would rot here forever.
Fists slammed down on the end of my metal lunch table. “Pixie, you got lucky. Silas would have toyed with you as if you were his human prey. You should be grateful that I saved you. In fact, I think a little gratitude is in order.” Landon’s eyes drifted down my body. His arrogant smirk made my skin crawl until I cringed.
“I’m not sleeping with you, Landon.” Though I had been known to give a blowjob or two in exchange for something I really wanted, I refused to be like Lydia and whore myself out to anyone.
He leaned down and ran his hand through my short hair. “I usually don’t like blondes, but you’re feisty, so I can overlook it.”
I slapped his hand away. “I’d rather take my chances with Silas. I don’t need your help.”
I looked over at Silas to find him punching one of the new vamps in the throat. He grabbed the new guys’ hand and attempted to bite off his finger.
Gulping, I glanced up at Landon, who was well aware that I wouldn’t survive if Silas really wanted to hurt me.
Landon chuckled. “Come on, I promise it’ll be quick.”
“Just what every girl wants to hear.” I gave him a pleasant smile and leaned forward intending to crush his balls.
Quickly realizing that I was up to something, he jumped back. “You can’t hold out forever, Ceyla. Without me, you’ll never make it another year.”
He gave me a sarcastic smile before crossing the room to sit with the table of vamps who pretended to be his friends in exchange for protection.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. He was right about one thing. I needed help and I needed allies to escape. Unfortunately, I had never put friendship high on my priorities list so I had to start from scratch.
My eyes flew open when the smell of fresh blood hit my nose, making my mouth water even though I was full. The rest of the room stilled as the scent wafted through the room.
“Bow to me, Night Slave, or I’ll kill you!”
Searching the room, I found Isabella throwing Kayden against the wall and grabbing his throat. She couldn’t strangle him to death because he didn’t need to breathe, so there was little point in the theatrics.
“I won’t bow to a Covenless.” Kayden hissed and stared defiantly at her with those seductive blue eyes.
Damn it! Why did I care about his eyes? Isabella could easily kill Kayden, yet I was still turned on by his disinterest in her threat. Part of me wanted to see what Kayden would do if she tried to remove his head.
Loud footsteps had everyone turning back to their blood bags, pretending as if nothing interesting was going on. Three professors rushed towards Isabella with their stun batons and pulled her off Kayden.
Isabella went down swinging and slashed the face of Professor Sera, my least favorite teacher. The other two professors tried to hit her with batons, but Isabella was fast and skilled in combat. Popping to her feet, she ducked under one baton and slammed her fist into the ribs of Vamos, while simultaneously throwing her foot into Torma’s stomach.
Sneering, Isabella picked up Sera and extended her fangs to bite him, but Vamos grabbed her and pulled her into a headlock.
My eyes drifted towards Kayden, who was still standing against the wall, watching the fight. I wasn’t sure what had set Isabella off, but I was more curious to know why Kayden hadn’t run back to his room. He still appeared disinterested, but there was definitely something else going on inside his head.
When Adriel and his goon squad marched into the blood room, my heart skipped a beat. Isabella was already on the ground being hit with the stun batons and wasn’t conscious enough to keep fighting. There was no reason to bring Adriel into a fight that was over.
“Everyone out!” Adriel shouted and waved his hands to clear out the remaining students.
Walking around the edge of the room, I watched as Adriel and the others continued to hit Isabella.
My eyes went to Kayden, who glanced up at me. I mouthed the words, “Night Slave,” and left the room. Kayden was so deep inside the folds of the Headmistress’ skirt that no less than seven punishers had come to his rescue. What the fuck had the Night Slave done to deserve such a gift? I needed to know his secret so that I could exploit it.
Chapter Two
Walking to Ethics, I scanned the hallways for vamps to recruit to my cause. I needed people who would benefit from busting out of this hellhole. They needed to possess a usable skill but they also needed people skills, unlike Silas and Landon. I didn’t want to be saddled with lunatics, unless they proved necessary.
I dropped down into my metal desk chair and I looked over to Declan, the one guy who was even worse at making friends than me. I didn’t know much about him, but he wasn’t attacked often despite his standoffish nature. He avoided fights and had no known allegiances. He did have strong arms and legs, which implied that he
