Jez asked through a mouthful of chicken. “Is it safe to sleep?” “They don’t know you’re at this hotel. And I doubt they’d waste time and resources tracking you by day. As far as I know, they don’t have a lot of daywalkers in their employ.” Jenner watched Jez eat with blatant disgust. He lay sprawled on the couch, shirtless and ghostly white. Returning to Caesars had been simple enough. Pulling the limo up to the entry just beneath the Augustus Tower elevator had given us enough shade to get the wounded vampires safely inside. Now we tackled the task of healing them by nightfall and somehow resting up. Fatigue teased me, making my eyelids heavy. My mind refused to give in. How could I sleep when Shaz was out there? I nibbled on a chicken wing. I should have been ravenous after the night I’d just had, but the constant turning of my stomach made it hard to swallow. Jenner watched us eat; his face twisted into a grimace. “That’s just about the ugliest thing I’ve seen in ages.
