After the shock of her fit of fury at Ecclesio, a cold pragmatism had invaded Nadezhda, as if to protect her from the violence of her feelings. Kaliov’s flight, the possibility that he might escape to cause them new problems, had acted as a shot in the arm. Almost unintentionally, she got up to follow him. To eliminate him, too. Syssoi took care of the priest, the one he hated the most, and things were back to normal, as much as possible. In short strides, the Insubmissive followed the path that meandered through the forest, all senses on alert. The still oppressive silence of the place made it easier for her: the vampire hunter ran straight ahead, without bothering to seek discretion. She speeded up, then slowed down again, intrigued. Daniil had just changed direction. He was turning back
