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they’d returned he knew she’d not forgot all of it. Why would she be so stupid and careless, taking another risk with her life like this?
    The messenger logged her out.
    â€œI’m going to kill you, Colin.” Lilith’s voice was low and dangerous.
    He bit his tongue. Blood filled his mouth, and he rang off without a word.

    Savi decided that she wouldn’t need protection from the nosferatu—it would either kill her or it wouldn’t—but she would from the other passengers. Did Britain have anything similar to the U.S.’s Federal Air Marshal program? Would there be armed guards undercover on international flights? Savi had been shot before; she didn’t want to repeat the experience. But it would take too much time to find out—better to just look after herself and Nani as best she could after she’d killed the damned thing.
    The battery pack slid out easily. Not much room to maneuver, but her hands were slender, her fingers long. Her lovers had often complimented them, as if she’d come by their design through accomplishment instead of genetics.
    Her other tools were in her checked luggage; it was impossible to carry on screwdrivers and clippers. They’d have made this easier, but they weren’t necessary.
    She smiled to herself. A screwdriver to the nosferatu’s eye— that would have been interesting, though probably no safer or more effective than a plastic fork.
    She reached into the empty battery slot, and paused. Not smart to let anyone see her do this. Though most of the passengers reclined in their seats and slept, a few were reading or using their computers. The flight attendant might pass by at any moment, and would be justifiably suspicious if she saw Savi tearing out the guts of her laptop.
    No, it’s not a bomb that I’m making, but I do intend to maim—and hopefully kill—a cursed bloodsucking fiend. Do you mind holding this penlight for me?
    That wouldn’t go over well. Nor would Savi’s assurance that it would all be unnecessary if Michael and Selah arrived. I know a couple of humans who’ve been given angelic superpowers and Gifted with an ability to teleport; they can pop right into the plane and teleport the fiend away faster than you can blink. You probably won’t even notice .
    No.
    A blanket over her lap hid evidence of her not-quite-terrorism, if not the movements beneath it. Perhaps the flight attendant would think she was masturbating.
    Dammit. That’s what she should have told Colin she’d be doing in her final hour: imagining Michael’s face as she brought herself to multiple orgasms.
    The insult to his vanity would’ve probably made his head explode.
    â€œWhat are you doing, naatin ?”
    â€œTrying to find my power inductor, Nani.” Savi ignored her grandmother’s exasperated sigh and waited until she closed her eyes again. Nani had the ability to nap anytime, anywhere—within moments her breathing deepened, and a soft snore came from her throat.
    Savi hooked her fingers in the gap between the battery housing and the power supply, clenched her jaw, and pulled with steady pressure. The plastic was the same as the outside casing, resistant against impact.
    It finally cracked; she gasped in pain, then worked loose the small, flat piece and removed it. Her nail had torn in half. Fighting tears, she sucked on her fingers until the sting eased.
    At least the injury was useful; she’d need the blood later.
    The inductor retained the heat from its use, and it was probably better to unwind the wire while it was warm. No time to let it cool, anyway. It must be done slowly and carefully—a single kink in the thin length would ruin everything.
    Another steady pull around the inductor’s copper coil; this one was more difficult. Tiny screws held the inductor in place. They wouldn’t give, but the iron bobbin in its plastic seat would.
    Maybe. If her hand