Darya’s crazy race quickly turned into an obstacle course. Worn out by the use of her new power on a large number of victims, she suffered the full impact. Tired, her legs shaky and her brain in a bad way, she first tried to slow down before opting for an outright halt. She took refuge in the ivy-covered lobby of a printing company and slipped to the ground, her body trembling. Knees brought against her chest, all senses on the lookout, she forced herself to calm down to recover a minimum of strength as quickly as possible. The nearby cannery was still a risk, even if the vampires were attacking Syssoi. The girl shivered. She couldn’t bring herself to sacrifice this man whom she had come to appreciate in a certain way. Admittedly, he was the opposite of Rempert but, compared to his kind, h
