The next evening, Fleur gave them each a bag of blood, then led them outside. "A plane is waiting for us at the airstrip."

Plane. Katelina cringed. So much for being free of them.

The aircraft looked like an antique toy with a big propeller and wings stacked on top of one another. When Katelina asked, Fleur informed them it was from the 70s. "Since we aren't an independent guild, we aren't allowed much of a budget. With more money we could have better ...