Wicked Bite (Night Rebel)

vampire holding cell. Its door was the length of my forearm in thickness, and it had no windows. It should have been more than enough to hold Ereshki, but the chair that was bolted into the floor was empty of everything except heavy chains.
Ian bent near the chair, then straightened so abruptly, he nearly ripped it free from its welds. “What is this?”
The room’s two bloody guards gave a guilty glance at each other before the black-haired one replied, “Pen and paper.”
The look Ian gave them should have sent them to their knees begging for mercy. “Why did you give her that?”
“She was crying about how she wanted to write a good-bye note,” the other guard said, hunching as if feeling the blows that were certain to come. “We only loosened one wrist. Her arms and legs were still chained. What could a human do with only one wrist, some paper and a pen?” he added defensively.
I closed my eyes. Ian heard my heartbeat, Cat had said about their first fight. And like all vampires, the sound lulled him into believing I was far more fragile than I