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Had Lisette, or some other fiend, found him and stolen him away?Frantic, Maeve searched the room and found Shaleen dozing behind a crate of antique china.The little hoyden was barely conscious—dawn was so near—but she looked up at Maeve and blinked.“What happened?” Maeve demanded, crouching and grasping the child’s bony shoulders. “Where is Calder? Where is he?”Shaleen scrambled to her feet, visibly struggling against the inertia that overcame most vampires with the approach of sunrise. “He’s go...ne, mum, that he is—and it’s been a long time now, too! I tried to stop him, but he wouldn’t be stopped—he’s a strong one, he is. Why, he came off that slab like a cannon shot!”Maeve felt herself succumbing to the catatonic sleep and knew there was no point in resisting it. Her terror and despair increased even as she began to lose consciousness—there were so many things Calder didn’t know, so many dangers.Calder had escaped his keeper easily, for he’d been full of strength when he awakened, half wild with curiosity and excitement.Five minutes after bolting from Maeve’s cellar, he stood on a busy street comer in twentieth-century London, watching in amazement as magnificent horseless carriages rushed past, displacing the night air, making an extraordinary din.
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