As Cronin carried Aysha deeper into the castle, she was trying her best to remember where they were going, as well as trying to force her body to move. Whatever had been in that orange smoke had made her muscles feel like rubber, and no matter what she tried, she could barely raise her head. Which she really wanted to since all she could see was the vampires behind as he carried her over his shoulder like a sack of flour.“I suggest you stop struggling,” Cronin said with his signature monotone voice, “You won’t be able to move until the effects wear off, which takes about an hour.”
“What can I say? I’m in a hurry to kick your ass,” Aysha grunted.
“Good luck with that plan,” Cronin said, and Aysha could hear a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Aysha noticed that they walked through the dun
