Confirming her suspicions, Jace grinned. “You look cute, you know that?”

“Screw yourself.”

“That’s no language for a lady.”

Moth shifted position on the hard floor, using the movement to disguise the fact that she’d pulled the chain linking the handcuffs apart a little further. She couldn’t see what she was doing, but she could feel it; every tug shot burning pain into her wrists. Even though she didn’t like taking human blood from a live donor (and she liked the taste even less) she was seriously tempted to bite this guy when she got free. Just to scar him as surely as she would have to bear the scars of silver burns for the rest of her very long life.

Jace said, “You’re not going to get out of those, you know.”

Moth smirked at him in what she hoped was an irritating way. “Why the hell would I want to escape when you’re such fascinating company?”

She watched him as he shifted the crossbow to his other hand while he checked his cell phone. “You waiting for Daddy to call?”

“Cute.” Jace narrowed his eyes. “What’s your name, little vampire?”

What would it hurt, to give him that? “Moth.”

He shook his head. “Your real name. Not your stupid vampire name.”

“That is my real name.” Now, anyway. Now and forever.

He smiled that nasty smile again; not the flash of genuine humor she’d seen earlier. “Whatever you say, Moth.”

“What do you care what I’m called? You’re going to kill me, anyway.”

“You’re already dead, as far as I’m concerned. You were the very moment you were bitten.”

Moth felt something like grief stir in her chest. “You don’t know that. Is that what your dad told you about us?” She swallowed. “Maybe you shouldn’t just take his word for everything, and go find out some of this stuff for yourself.”