So together with her team and the two guards, Owen and Trista, whom Byron insisted watch over her, she travelled from London to Edinburgh yesterday. Pierce, their sound man, walked up to her and said, “Zane takes every opportunity, doesn’t he.”

“To touch me? To get too close? Yes,” Daisy said with frustration.

“I’ll talk to him. He’s besotted with you, has been ever since we met at uni.”

“Would you, please? When he’s filming me, I feel like he’s undressing me with the camera lens,” Daisy said.

“Don’t worry, honey. I will. Who are these weird Men in Black who’re following us?”

Owen and Trista stood behind Skye and Zane, to protect her from Victorija, because she would be out there somewhere, plotting to get Daisy and use her as a blood bank.

Daisy couldn’t tell Pierce the truth, so she said, “Byron got some threats from…some terrorist group, and she thought because I’m so close to Amelia, I should be protected”—she had to distract Pierce from her wafer-thin explanation—“and they’re not in the way, are they?”

Pierce looked back at them and grinned. “No, especially the big guy that looks like a rugby player, what’s his name?”

“Owen, and the woman is Trista. Maybe you could do your best to distract him so he’s not breathing down my neck all the bloody time.”

Pierce waggled his eyebrows. “I’ll gladly distract him anyway.”

Skye, the team’s director, said, “Let’s start filming now—the main players are just a minute away.”

“Okay.”

“Good luck, babe,” Pierce said.

Both Pierce and Zane were ready with their equipment. Daisy closed her eyes and let the beat of the drums get her into the right headspace. She ran over a few of the lines she had written for her piece to camera, but with her eyes still closed, she felt someone’s breath on her neck and in her ear.

She jumped and looked around for anyone who could have done it, but the groups of people around her hadn’t moved. The bite Victorija gave her started to tingle, and she felt the urge to give herself to her blood bond. It was a feeling that had dogged her ever since that night at The Sanctuary. Sometimes it was light like now, and sometimes overwhelming. Daisy assumed that it was the same for Victorija.

“Daisy? You okay?” Skye shouted.

“Yeah, let’s do it.” Daisy tried to shake off the feeling.

“In ten, then,” Skye said and started counting down.