Fox read it again and again. There's no one I can trust here in London. All the vampires are acting strangely—I can't tell who's working for Roxanna and who isn't. I need to get out of here. Here's my cell number. Call me? It was just past sundown and Dom and Stella were already out for the evening. He picked up his phone and hesitated. There was a chance Randolph had been turned to Roxanna's side and this was a setup to get to Dom. But no, he trusted Randolph. They had loved each other once, as best they could.He dialed the number. Randolph picked up on the second ring. “'ello?” he said suspiciously.“It's Fox.”“Fox,” Randolph exhaled. “Thanks for calling.”“What's happening there?”“Well, the nest I live in is still secure, but I don't know for how long. It seems like other nests in England have been corrupted, as far as we can tell—vampires we knew aren't themselves anymore. Word is that another nest in London was infiltrated in the past few days, and I feel certain we're next.
