Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. I warned her not to say a word, for it would mean the death of everyone in the Palazzo, including you. Sebastian drank deeply and quickly of her blood. The evenings were beginning to draw out, and it would not be dark for an hour.
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