CHAPTER 66Cold Hands, Hot ScalesI woke up in chains.Not the fun kind.Silver manacles, etched with runes that glowed sickly green, locked my wrists to a metal chair bolted to a concrete floor. The room smelled like mildew, old blood, and chicory coffee. A single bulb swung overhead, throwing shadows that looked like wings.Across from me sat the leather-jacket vampire, elbows on his knees, watching me like I was a bomb with a lit fuse.He hadn’t bothered to chain himself. Arrogant or polite; I hadn’t decided.“Morning, princess,” he said. “Sleep well?”I tested the manacles. The runes burned. My scales (still there, faint but visible) flared in answer, trying to melt the silver. The runes just drank the heat and glowed brighter.“Peachy,” I croaked. My throat felt like I’d gargled lava. “You always greet girls with kidnapping, or am I special?”“Special,” he said, and the word tasted like sin. “Name’s Thorne Blackwood. You’re in the basement of the Crescent Academy holding cells. A
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