Thirty One
“Do you know where Chiara is?” Dorian asked, adjusting his hold on Clarissa as they made their way to the main headquarters of the Order. There were barely anyone walking along the streets at that hour—not one sign of panic or alarm as the townsfolk remained unaware that the wall they had built around them had just failed to keep out the creatures of the night that it was supposed to protect them from. “They’re taking the Vessel somewhere secure,” Gabriel replied. “Shouldn’t someone go after her? Preferably one of you fast creatures?” Mary suggested while she continued to press on the wound on her grandmother’s neck. The bleeding had slowed and the old lady was still breathing like the tough woman she was, but Mary would be lying if she said she didn’t feel deathly worried about her.
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