They nearly ripped the door off the hinges, but they were surprisingly gentle with him. He could feel their restrained strength thrumming through their skin, see the dangerous glints in their eyes, but they handled him like they’d handle a kitten, and never said a word.
“Where are we going?”
No response.
“Where are you taking me?”
No response.
“Who are you taking me to?”
No response.
Jess stopped talking, but the fear didn’t fade. Especially when they dragged him into the club. They walked him through the throng, and it felt like every single vampire in the room wanted to touch him. They flashed their teeth, growling with hunger. He recognized a few from the last time he was there, and by their knowing leers, he knew they recognized him.