Part 3: Just for Jess

The metallic ping of the airplane's seat belt warning broke me from a light doze as the transatlantic jet began its descent into Chicago. I rubbed my eyes and quickly stuffed my netbook and headset into my oversized purse, shoving that under my seat seconds before the flight attendant stopped to glare at me on her pass through the darkened first-class cabin.

The good part about traveling with other vampires was nobody in the compartment tried to ...