“GABRIEL!” SHAY MCGUIRE YELLED. “Gabriel, help!” He can still hear me. With his vampire senses, he could probably hear me from a mile away,
she thought frantically. But the thick glass doors of the research center had closed between them.
“Why are you doing this?” Shay gasped. “Where are we going?”
The guy on her left didn’t answer, his mouth set in a grim line as he dragged her through the lobby. Shay’s mind whirled, unable to match the ultra-ordinary room—tall, long reception counter; waiting area with...