Owen, my new limo driver in New York, pulled into the airport and directly onto the tarmac and up to the plane. He was a vampire, too. In the past, I had hired human drivers, but they were too easily compelled, unless they wore a Bloodstone ring, which stopped compulsion. But I didn't want to take the chance not after what happened to Clarence and to Fredrick, my last limo drivers.

Blake had discreetly called ahead and got us an immediate flight out, nonstop to Las Vegas, ...