34PanicTazia had been so focused on getting out of Detroit she hadn’t allowed herself to think about what had happened at the club. She’d felt numb and had fled to Turin out of instinct. Going to London hadn’t been an option—she couldn’t put Billy in any more danger—and Turin was home. It gave her some semblance of security. At least, it had in the past. Maybe there was someone who would still be willing to stand up for her, for the name of the Savoy family? For her father?
But now she was here she doubted it. The vampire she’d killed in Detroit, Antonio, had said there were tussles for power already going on. There would be no one here to defend her. Everyone would be too intent on establishing territory or saving their own skins.
So Tazia had come from the airport to her apartment and
