“I have to get out of here,” she muttered, tugging at the handle of the lead-lined door.
“You can’t outrun the spell.”
“If I can find a witch she can break the spell.”
“There’s no time.” Yannah made a sound of impatience. “Where is that vampire?”
Swearing at the lock that refused to budge, Kata turned to glare at the tiny demon standing in the center of the sparse cell.
“Vampire?”
“He’s late. Really, I cannot be expected to take care of everything,” Yannah muttered, making Kata wonder at the woman’s sanity. That was all she needed. Yet another crazy demon interfering in her life. Then abruptly Yannah’s expression cleared. “Ah.”
Kata frowned, her non-demon hearing belatedly picking up the sound of shouts from the Sylvermyst guards and the unmistakable clank of swords slamming off one another.
“Fighting?” she whispered in confusion. Who the hell would know where she was? Let alone try and battle past the layers of protection Sergei had placed throughout her prison. “Someone is coming.”
“I would move away from the door,” Yannah warned.
“Why?”
The question had barely tumbled from her lips when there was the god-awful screech of twisting metal as the massive door was forced off its hinges. With a gasp, Kata managed to leap to the side, avoiding being squashed beneath the wreckage. She couldn’t, however, avoid the large man who charged into the cell directly behind the door.
With the force of a cement truck he slammed into her, sending them both crashing onto the hard floor.
“Oof.” The air was painfully knocked from her lungs and her head smacked against the floor.
It took a moment before the fog in her brain cleared enough to take stock of the heavy beast crushing her against the lead floor.