She didn’t trust him as far as she could throw him. Not that she’d ever want to touch the man.

“I had to call in a lot of favors from friends to have this VampLycan captured and brought here. Some of them died in the process. I’m that determined in this endeavor. I’ll even reward you with money if you don’t give me any headaches. But disappoint me, and your life will be a living hell. Do what you modern whores do, and make me my queen.”

Chapter Two

The lit candles in caged lanterns hung high on the walls, making the room brighter than anything she’d seen since being kidnapped. And Glen couldn’t help but stare at the huge man chained down on the gurney.

It was the same man who’d been rolled down the hallway outside of her cell. The blanket she’d seen draped over his middle had been removed and wasn’t within sight. They’d chopped off his long hair and given him a bath of some sort. He currently lay naked, secured by his ankles and wrists. The snarls and vicious sounds he made kept her by the door.

Muscles bulged aplenty as he struggled. She’d seen bodybuilders before, but never so much of one. Her gaze avoided his midsection, since she’d hate to be stared at if she were in his vulnerable situation. Her chest still hurt from the two holes that had been jabbed into her by the needle. The lightheadedness had faded but she was starting to get a headache.

“Could you please stop?” The noises he made were making it worse.

He ignored her.

“Please?”

An earsplitting howl almost sent her crashing to her knees as she covered her ears.

“STOP!”

It cut off and she lowered her hands. “Thank you.” She darted a glance his way. Whoever had cut his hair had done a decent job at least. It was jet-black in color but his eyes freaked her out a little. They didn’t appear human; they were golden-brownish but showed a lot of yellow. She’d had a cat once with eyes similar in color.

He still struggled against his bonds, and she saw blood near one ankle.

“Listen.” She tried to use reason. “We’re both prisoners here. My name is Glen.”

“Stay away from me!”

His voice was deeper than any man’s she’d ever heard, and she totally wanted to obey that command. “No problem.”

“I know what they want. I’ll kill you if you straddle me.”

She sat down on the hard-packed dirt, putting her back to him as she studied the metal door. It was locked; she’d already tried to yank on it. No other openings were in the room that, like the other, looked as if it had been carved out of stone. “No worries there. I’ve never raped a guy before and don’t plan to start now.”

He grew quiet, and she almost missed his growls. It was eerily silent, reminding her of what she assumed a grave would be like. She reached out and touched the rock wall. Then she lowered her hand and dug in the dirt until she found more rock.

“I don’t suppose you have claws that can dig through rock, do you?”

He said nothing.

“I was told you’re like half Werewolf. I don’t know anything about them except what I’ve seen in movies. Do you have super-strength that can knock down a metal door?”

His continued silence irritated her.

“I’m trying to think of a way to escape.”

“I can’t dig through rock or break down that door.”

His softer tone was kind of nice and husky. It beat him snarling. She resisted the urge to turn her head to glance at him. The whole naked thing made her uncomfortable, and probably him too.

“I was hopeful.”

“Why do you have a man’s name?”

The question surprised her. “That’s what you want to know? Really? Out of all the things to ask me, you choose that? It’s short for Glenda. But I hate it. Kids teased me growing up.”

“It’s a good name.”

“Glenda the good witch. It sucked. I told them it’s spelled differently but kids don’t care about actual facts. They just want someone to torment.”

He growled. “You’re a witch?”

“No!” She did look over her shoulder then, seeing his face turned her way. He was shockingly handsome, with masculine features and full lips. His expression was still scary though. “Don’t you watch movies? Never mind. Are witches real?”

He said nothing.

“Forget I asked. I don’t want to know. Ignorance was bliss. I really wish I didn’t know Vampires were real, or Werewolves, but I’m sure this isn’t some nightmare. I would have woken up by now if it were.”

He sniffed. “You’re human.”

“And you’re not.” She got to her feet and brushed off her skirt, examining the lock on the door. “I wish I’d been wilder as a teen. I might have been able to figure out how to pick this. It looks old.”

He kept quiet.

“I was kidnapped from my apartment, and apparently, I’m some distant relative of the master.”

“I was told why we’re here and what they want.”

“Then you know I’m not here because I want to be.”

“Yes.”

“We’re both in a hell of a lot of trouble. I don’t suppose you have a pack like Werewolves do in the movies, and they’ll track you down to save us?”

“Doubtful.”

“Great. There goes that scenario. We’re on our own.”

“Just stay away from me.”

As if she had to be told. Glen muffled a snort. “Did you hear me the first time? I’m not a rapist, and I sure as hell don’t want to go near you. I’m not even looking your way.”

She kept close to the walls with her gaze averted away from him. The chains of the handcuffs made little noises, so she assumed he continued to struggle to break free.

Glen ran her fingers over a crack in the wall, trying to see if it had any give to it. Some loose chips of rock broke off. She looked up, studying the ceiling. There were blast marks, which meant that the room had probably been carefully made. “The room they kept me in was much older. I’m sure we’re in an abandoned mine. I saw wood beams where I was kept and they appeared to be rotting. This section is newer. They used metal braces in the tunnels here. What do you think?”

“We’re definitely in a mine.”