Chained - Zara Novak Page 0,52

room came to a halt. They were all looking at me, which was good, it was what I needed for the next part to work.

The word I had just screamed hadn’t been laced with any of the strange magical power I possessed, it was just the roar of a woman at the end of her tether. It seemed to work. Everyone was looking at me.

“How the fuck did she get out of her gag?” Casper said, his expression now one of fear. “Someone put it back on her, quickly!”

“I’d advise you all against that,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady as dozens of guns turned on me. I had no more time to waste, I had to make my move. “Your master is already dead. If we’re not careful everyone in this room will quickly be joining him.”

“Says who?” Casper sneered.

“Me,” I answered.

With that I threw back the long black jacket that had been covering me. I cast it back off my body and let it drop to the ground, revealing the brilliant white dress that I had Tasha change me into before we left. I was really gambling on the fear of this woman in white, and it seemed it may have worked.

As the jacket hit the floor every vampire standing around me suddenly lowered their guns and scrambled back to get away from me. Some had even shouted out in surprise. I stood very still, a slight smirk curling on my lips to belay complete and utter confidence.

I was fucking shaking inside, but on the outside, I had to be a rock. I knew there was no way I could control a room full of these men. It looked like I had a little power, and maybe one day I could develop it, but right now I was gambling on fear alone.

“Here’s what is going to happen,” I said after a few silent moments. I had expected maybe someone else might talk, but it looked like they were all waiting on me. “You’re going to unchain my husband and then you’re going to let us walk out of here unharmed. If anyone so much as attempts to ignore these instructions, then everyone in this room will die.”

Casper, who appeared to be the guiding room in the voice now, still looked terrified, but he feigned a laugh and snorted. “Bullshit. You can’t do that. You think you can throw on a white dress and prey on the collective fears of a past long gone? You’re not the woman in white.”

It was time to try and use my voice out loud now. If this didn’t work Vincent and I were as good as dead. As I had already taken control of Casper, I figured it would be best to try him again.

“Are you sure about that?” I asked, trying to imagine my words as a thread weaving through the air. I guided it towards him, urging it into his mind. “You could always kill yourself and prove the point.”

With the suggestion one hand moved away from the rifle Casper was holding and grabbed a pistol from his waist. He and everyone else watched in abject terror as the arm he was no longer in control of lifted the gun and held it up against his temple.

“What the fuck?!” Casper roared. “Don’t do it! Don’t do it!”

“Then let us go,” I said. “Unchain him and let us leave without harm. Once we are gone you can sort this mess out yourselves.”

Casper’s entire body was trembling as he tried to wrestle his own gun away from his head. My power kept it in place. I wasn’t actively trying to control him anymore; it was like I had moved his arm into position and frozen it there. I could tell that Casper and the rest of his men were now truly terrified of my abilities, even though I knew I didn’t have the ability to control them all.

“Do it!” he hissed after another long moment. “Get them the fuck out of here! Now!”

Two guards by Casper hurried over to Vincent and unwrapped the silver chains binding his body. He stood up, stretched, and then he casually walked around the sofa, bent over Monroe’s corpse and plucked something from his body. He straightened again and came towards me. “Got the heirloom. Let’s go,” he said.

And just like that we walked out of there. The air felt so heavy it was like cutting through invisible sludge, but once we were out of there,