It was an arrangement that eliminated a thousand questions and speculation yet let us share hotel rooms and accommodation. If it had been 1883 instead of 1983, or even 1933, we could have taken a three-day transatlantic ship to Britain and arrived with our sanity and our swords intact. However, modern jets had destroyed the shipping lines and forced us to leave our equipment at home. Riley travelled with us. Mostly in my arms, where she slept or smiled up at me sunnily while Tally slept between Nick and me. Vampires have a hard time dealing with altitude adjustments because our inner ear fluids aren’t as liquid as humans, but I barely noticed the flight. I was too busy looking ahead, wondering what Scotland held for us. Nick didn’t say anything, but I knew he was thinking the same thing. Scotland made sense. Scotland was where the gargoyles had originated. Perhaps they had fled back home. We landed in Edinburgh early in the morning, rented a car and drove to New Galloway, where Nick’s old hunting friend, Alasdair, had agreed to meet us.
