Sylas POV
"Leave some for me, bro," said the voice at my back—taunting, low, playful.
Arms slid around my waist like a trap snapping shut. I was caged in, one in front, one behind, and my brain was screaming at me to move, to run—but my limbs wouldn’t obey.
I was stuck.
Panic fought against the haze in my mind, the strange, heated fog that dulled my instincts and made my skin too sensitive, my thoughts too slow. Something was wrong with me—still wrong. Whatever that vampire girl did... it hadn’t worn off.
The guy behind me leaned in, breath ghosting over my ear. The one in front tilted my chin, brushing his fingers along my neck, exactly where she’d bitten me.
I shivered. Not from pleasure—but from the horror of it all. This wasn’t attraction. It was control. Influence. Something su
