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Somehow, the redheaded vampire felt more at ease when Diego was with them, despite his true nature, for after he left, she became slightly fearful of what might be ahead for she and Vespasian. Someone was gunning for the prince's head and Scarlett truly didn't want to be the vampire charged with his safety. If something happened, she would be an easy scapegoat, especially with Tempest lurking about somewhere -- possibly behind this entire plot.

She also was not happy to be unarmed. She'd checked her weapons at the front door, but to go there now just to retrieve them would be dangerous, either from running into the would-be assassins or dealing with the possibly of daylight getting into the no longer safe building.

Scarlett turned to Vespasian and nodded, then together they headed down into an underground passage which would take them to the parking garage where the van awaited them.

They moved along the dimly lit concrete tunnel which travelled beneath the street outside the Midnight Society. If she had her bearings right, she remembered there was a private underground parking deck there. Apparently, this answered the question about who owned that facility.? ?

Eventually they reached and door and stepped through, Scarlett going first to have a look around. Once she peeked out, she was a black delivery van parked there running in the underground portion of the parking ramp. The van was running, the door open, the windows otherwise darkened out.

"Get in!" the man at the wheel called to them. "We need to hurry."

The redhead looked toward the prince, "Are you ready to go?

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