L E I L A N I
Lyra practically shoved me into the passenger seat and threw our bags in the back before jumping into the driver's seat and peeling away from the curb.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. "Leilani, talk to me."
I was shaking, my hands clammy. "He… he spoke to me," I stammered. "In my head."
Lyra swore, a string of curses I didn't know she knew. "Compulsion. Long range compulsion. That's not common. That's… advanced. Who the hell was that?"
"I don't know," I said, my heart still racing. "But he knew. He knew what I am."
Lyra drove faster, her eyes scanning the road. "We need to get back to the house. Now."
I kept replaying the vampire's face in my mind. The aura of power he had. He wasn't just some rogue. He was something more. He was a
