She had expected her exploits of the previous evening to have aroused the interest of the gangster whose men she had killed, and perhaps the watch, but it hadn’t occurred to her the killings might awaken curiosity in other quarters as well. Fool! Of course they had. A corpse drained of blood, rumours of a man who flew like a bat. If the vampires of Praag were anything like the Lahmians of Nuln, these were the last sort of whispers they would want floating around, and the first they would investigate. She should have been more discreet. She had let her blood rage run away with her again and she had exposed herself. Now they would come after her. They would try to control her as Gabriella had. She closed her eyes, fighting for calm. Perhaps she could come to some sort of agreement with them. Perhaps, if she promised to be quieter in her feeding, they would let her be. Praag was a big city. Surely there was room enough for all of them. With a grunt of resignation, she turned back, determined to confront the vampire head-on and see what he had to say, but he was gone.
