Flight

The flight would be relatively short, and everyone was chatting about other matters, not really concerned about the festival itself, except for maybe Dax, who looked a little pale, and Alex, who had nearly refused to get on either plane—the one headed toward the wedding or the festival. He said he just didn’t trust flying contraptions, never had. But Cassidy had talked him into going to the wedding because she said it wasn’t every day one got to invite a true American hero to their nuptials, and he’d gotten on the second flight because he said he never did trust those bastards—the Vampires, of course—and if they were going to be given free rein, he wanted to be there to, “keep them vigilant.” He’d insisted on sitting in the row nearest the exit, the one across from Cadence, and when she turned her head to look at him halfway through the flight, his knuckles were still white from gripping the armrests so hard.

“So