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followed him down. It wouldn’t
be very polite to wait at the top of the stairs and let her guest do all the
work—even if that was exactly what the fear center in her brain was shrieking
at her to do.
    Harper paused at
the bottom of the stairs and took a moment to pinpoint Mr. Bell. His hulking
frame was taking up most of the doorway to her gran’s wine cellar, which was
also missing its door. Man, this guy was hard on things.
    Harper squeezed in
beside Mr. Bell and stopped, her jaw dropping as she gaped at the man shackled
to the wall. He was shirtless and his body was emaciated looking. Harper could
count every single rib, though he was definitely still alive. His eyes landed
on Harper and even though he looked horrible, his eyes were bright with
curiosity as they examined her from head to toe.
    “What in the hell
are you doing here?” Mr. Bell roared at the man chained to the wall, and Harper
was stunned. Why in the hell was he yelling at the guy who was obviously the
victim in all of this? Harper put a restraining arm on Mr. Bell’s arm, but he
shook her off.
    The man on the
wall ignored Mr. Bell and eyed the pink bat Harper was holding with a faint
smile. “What are you going to do with that? Smack me back to the Barbie dream
house?” he mocked, and Harper moved closer to the guy, setting the bat down so
he wouldn’t be scared. Of course she wasn’t going to hit him—it was obvious
he’d been through enough. Guilt ate at her when she remembered the way she’d
put off coming down here. What kind of weird shit had her gran been into?
    “Get away from
him!” Mr. Bell roared, and for a minute, Harper thought she saw his eyes
glowing yellow. Harper shook her head. It was probably just the light
reflecting off the bottles…
    Harper took
another step closer, and the guy on the wall fanged out. Harper gasped when she
saw the deadly pair of glistening white fangs that suddenly popped from his
mouth. Mr. Bell rushed forward and flung Harper behind him, knocking her to the
ground with his exuberance.
    The guy on the
wall hissed at Mr. Bell, and then suddenly Mr. Bell was getting even larger.
His bones cracked loudly and he let out a grunt of pain as thick hair began to
sprout from every visible place on his body. His spine bent and cracked loudly.
When he fell to all fours, his nails elongated into razor-sharp claws. Harper
blinked. A wolf was standing in front of her. It was so terrifying that Harper
let out a girly scream, and the wolf spun around to face her. He took one step
towards her, and Harper picked up the pink bat off the floor and threw it, as
hard as she could, at his face as she back pedaled, trying to get away.
    The wolf caught
the bat easily in his massive jaws, like a Labrador with his favorite stick,
and bit the bat clean in half, spitting out splinters. Harper finally scrambled
to her feet and turned to run, her foot catching on a loose piece of concrete,
and she fell head first into the wine rack. Wine rained down on her head as a
large piece of glass lodged into her forehead, making her moan. Harper
struggled against unconsciousness and lost.
    Her eyes flickered
shut just as Mr. Bell shifted back into human form, completely naked, his
clothing shredded to bits.
    “Now you’ve done
it,” the vampire chained to the wall mocked, and Mr. Bell growled at him.
    “Shut up, blood
sucker,” he demanded, but the vampire was having too much fun. He’d been locked
down here for nearly two weeks, wasting away.
    “Flea bag idiot,” he
managed to get out before the werewolf’s enormous fist crashed into his face,
indenting the back of his head into the concrete wall.
    “I haven’t seen
you in fifty years, and you’re still just as annoying,” Mr. Bell huffed as he
picked the unconscious form of his charge up off the floor and carried her
upstairs. This was going to take A LOT of explaining.
     

Chapter Four
    “Don’t lie, you wanted me dead just like everyone else—you voted to have
me