Chapter Thirty

Keeva’s POV

‘No!’ I hear Channon scream across the room. My mind breaks out of the trance it has been under and I rip myself from Admis’s vice like grip. I feel his sharp tooth slice my shoulder as I pull away, his fangs had been so close to me, a second more he would have plunged them deep not my neck. Was his intention to drain me or turn me into a devil like himself? I turn looking for Channon. His face is pained. ‘I can’t shift Keeva. They must have slipped me some wolfsbane.’ My brows furrow and I try and process what the fuck is happening. How can Channon talk to me in my head? I’m scared and I’m not sure why I feel a sharp pain moving through my body. I kick the ridiculous shoes off and start to try and run towards Channon. One of my beautiful red bottom heels smacks a gawking vamp straight in the face. I don’t say sorry. The bitch who came to the ruins that night with red hair is behind Channon and she smiles evilly, and backs towards the main door. I don’t even notice the sli