It was pain like no other.
The vampire drank from the wound on Elain's shoulder, pinning her in place with his body and iron grip, rendering her utterly helpless. Agonizing pain tore through her shoulder, as though his fangs would rip the flesh clean from her body.
She screamed at the top of her lungs, praying someone in the inn would hear her and come running to save her.
The vampire finally retracted his fangs, but he did not move away even an inch.
Fear coursed through Elain's veins, making her knees wobble and her head spin. Her heartbeat thundered so loudly she could hear it ringing in her ears.
"No matter how loudly you scream, no one outside can hear you," the vampire said lazily. "This entire bathroom is warded. They wouldn't hear even a scratch from in here."
Elain's eyes widened.
She had lost her dagger, and the Nyre wood and Obsidian salt hidden in her locket had no effect on him.
That could only mean one thing. He was a highborn vampire.
