Chapter 52

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 open the window shades. The bad part was my investment team was made up of a bunch of workaholic immortals, and we'd continued discussing business through most of the flight. After my conference in London, I was exhausted, not to mention hungry. Even vampires have a hard time sneaking bagged blood onto an international flight, and feeding off the flight attendants was a no-no.

"Good night, Ms. Maitland," one of the attendants called as I left the plane.

"See you soon, Jessamy," added one of my colleagues, far too che