“How are you not panicking about this?"
Tiana pelted down the street, trying to remember the directions Lestat had given her from his house to hers. Twice she got lost and had to backtrack but eventually she spotted a familiar looking mansion.
“Lestat!” she exclaimed, throwing herself at the door and hammering on it. “Lestat! Lestat-argh!”
With a half-scream she fell through the door as it opened, but her cry was cut short as Lestat caught her before she could hit the floor. He frowned at her in concern. “Tiana, what is it?”
“John! He..!”
With a rápido, swift kick, Lestat shut the door and helped her to her feet. “What? Tiana,...
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