After a while, they managed to regroup in an alley on the complete opposite side of the city from the compound, all three of them catching their breath.
Irsted was still likely fighting somewhere near the compound. With his massive build and reckless attitude, it was almost impossible for any vampires nearby to miss him.
Not that they were worried—he seemed to be enjoying himself a bit too much for their concern to matter.
"So… what do we do with this one?" Corven asked, still carrying the heir. Her unconscious body rested neatly in his arms, her breathing shallow but steady.
"It's too dangerous to deliver her to the Baroness right now," Trish replied, eyes flicking down the alley's length. "We should wait until tomorrow. Most of the people who saw our faces are dead, but still—we can't just walk around with you cradling her like a prize."
"What if we put her in a sack?" Rose suggested casually, as if it was the most reasonable idea in the world.
