40KissTazia and Conn sat in a heap on the floor beside the broken window Giovanetti had just flown through. The only sounds were of fire-crackling vampire corpses outside, the moans of demons dying from holy water filled heart wounds, and their own heavy breathing.
She pulled away from him and rolled out of the sunlight still streaming in, her leg smoldering slightly. With no energy left to make an escape if he decided to turn on her—either with his gun or his inner demon—she sighed, and leaned back against the cool of the wall. He didn’t look like he wanted to fight.
“So, Tazia darlin’, not the welcome I was expecting to get from Turin. I thought it was supposed to be the most romantic city in the world, so I did.” Conn shifted so he, too, was out of the glaring sun which was uncomforta
