She didn’t back away. Foolish or brave? He decided she might be both.
“You have a tattoo on your wrist.”
Now she’d just caught him by surprise. “Admiring me, were you?”
The boat rolled again. He felt her hands tighten around the bars. She shouldn’t have been afraid of falling. He had her.
“It looks like a dragon’s wing.”
Shane didn’t reply.
“Is it?”
Jennings had made it back up to his feet. “Get…get back, doctor. He’s dangerous.”
You have no idea.
He let her hands go. Took a step away from her.
Slowly, Olivia slid back.
He kept his eyes on her. The delectable doctor had noticed his tat—one that had been a real bitch to get since he healed from most injuries. But the artist had been used to working on vamps, and that ink had been a very special blend.
Once upon a time, he’d battled his share of dragons.
Now, he would battle different beasts in prison.
The doctor staggered a bit as she headed for the stairs. A few seconds later, she fled into the storm.
Laughter came from him. She wasn’t going to escape from him…once the ferry reached the island, they’d both be trapped in Purgatory.
They’d made it to the dock, to Purgatory.
The rain was still falling in heavy bursts, plummeting down as Olivia made her way off the ferry. Armed men were waiting to meet her, all wearing guard uniforms.
One man advanced toward her. “Dr. Maddox?” He offered his hand to her. “I hope the crossing wasn’t too difficult.”
It had been a nightmare. But she’d managed to keep her cool. The poor guard, Jennings, hadn’t been so lucky. He’d been viciously sick several times.
She took the man’s offered hand. Felt his calluses against her fingers. As his hand held hers, she was caught by his bright, blue gaze. A very cold gaze.
“I’m Warden Case Killian.” Another guard rushed up with a large umbrella, one that covered both Olivia and the warden. Case let go of her hand. “Pate told me that you were coming.” He motioned to the guards and another one took her bag. “I’ve prepared temporary quarters for you, but you must be aware that we live a very Spartan existence here. I hope that won’t be a problem for you.”
“No problem at all.” She tried to sound brisk and efficient, a hard task since her teeth were chattering and her clothes were soaked.
The warden gave a nod. “Good.” Then he was turning and leading her toward the heavy stone walls of the building.
Purgatory resembled an old stone castle far more than it did a prison. High towers rose from each of the four corners of the facility, and she could make out the shadowy form of guards walking along the walls up above.
She hurried to keep up with Case, but Olivia found herself glancing back over her shoulder.
The vampire was being taken off the ferry.
“We only transport prisoners once a week.” Case’s voice drew her gaze back to him. “We have to make sure all of the others are in lockdown then.” The heavy doors were opened for them at the entrance to Purgatory. When Olivia stepped inside, the silence was immediate.
Even the roar of the ocean stopped. She just heard…nothing.
This time, her shiver had nothing to do with the cold.
“We have to be very…careful about our new arrivals. Containment is always a priority,” Case added.
She pushed back her hair, sending droplets of water falling around her. The place looked like something from the Middle Ages on the outside, but inside the facility, technology was everywhere. Video cameras. Computers. Sensors.
“Every cell is monitored, twenty-four hours a day. Security was increased substantially because of an…incident that occurred a while back.” Case’s gaze raked over her. “Thought you’d be older.” He shook his head. “Hoped you’d be uglier.”
Her jaw dropped. Had he seriously just said that to her?
“But it is what it is.” He motioned to the guards. “Let’s take the doctor to her room and get her settled.”
That was it? Well, hell, what had she really expected? A red carpet welcome? “Thank you,” Olivia said, her words rushing out. “But I-I was hoping to see the inmates and—”
“Tomorrow. Pate has already sent a list of the inmates you can access. Though why the hell you want to talk with them is beyond me.”
Shane had entered the prison. Case’s gaze shifted to him. The warden’s eyes narrowed. “They’re all evil, straight to the core,” Case said flatly. “Prison is a waste for them. They should just be put down.”
She was looking right at Shane when Case made that announcement, so Olivia saw the emotion in the vampire’s eyes. A quick flash of rage that darkened his gaze.
“But then, they don’t all survive Purgatory,” Case continued as a faint smile curved one side of his mouth. “Here, they have a way of taking each other out.”
That was barbaric. Terrifying. “I thought this place was a humane punishment—”
Case shook his head and never looked away from Shane. “They’re not humans. Never forget that.”
Being a Para didn’t make someone a monster. Everyone deserved fair treatment.
A guard was heading toward Shane, and the guard had a syringe in his hand.
“What is that?” Olivia asked. She’d been told about diluted blood, but she hadn’t been told—
“It’ll make the transition easier for him. Once the prisoner wakes up, he’ll be fully contained.”
Drugged.
Her gaze flew to Shane’s. Only he wasn’t staring at Case any longer. His eyes—dark with a vampire’s power—were on her.
“Don’t worry about me, love,” Shane assured her. “This won’t hurt a bit.”
Two guards grabbed his arms. Held him tight. Obviously, they expected Shane to fight.
Instead he…
Blew her a kiss?
Her eyes widened.
Then the needle was plunged into his neck.
Two seconds later, Shane hit the ground, unconscious.
Shane waited until his cell door shut, then he slowly cracked open his eyes. The drug was pumping through his body, but it wasn’t weakening him. Very little could weaken him, and that was why he’d been chosen for this particular assignment.
He listened for a moment, using his enhanced hearing to monitor his surroundings. He could hear the shuffle of footsteps. The rasp of breathing.
He inhaled. Smelled blood. Decay. The ocean.
And…her.
If he could smell her, the others would too.
Slowly, Shane rose to his feet. There were bars on his window. A big, wide window, but one covered with long, silver bars. When the day came, the sunlight would pour in, and the bars would keep him in. Rather clever—giving the vamp the sun view. The warden wanted him weak.
And sunlight did weaken most vampires, just as the drug did.
Shane curled his fingers around the bars, but instead of the cold metal, he remembered touching silky smooth skin.
“Let the games begin,” Shane murmured.
In the distance, werewolves howled.
He smiled.
Chapter Two
“We keep the vampires separated from the werewolves,” Case told her as he escorted Olivia along the stone walkway that led to the northeast tower. A new day had dawned, the storm was gone, and the sun shone brightly overhead. “If we didn’t, they’d kill each other right away.”
She looked down below. She could see a large group of men, all wearing prison uniforms, filling a small courtyard.
“We let the vampires out during the heat of the day. They’re at their weakest when the sun is high.”