Chapter 146: Franklin - The Promise, Part 2
By the time they landed at a New York airport, Franklin was thoroughly sick of Greneth, his poem, and his artsy airs. The only amusement had been seeing the blond shoot dagger looks at Bren's back. Every time Senya leaned close to whisper into Bren's ear, Greneth's narrowed eyes got tighter, and a little muscle ticked in his jaw.
Maybe Migina's right about them? Though I thought he and Griselda had something. Unless they're all sharing?
Franklin made a mental note to mention it when he called Migina later, and exited the plane. The airport was on the outskirts of a small town. The facility's lights blazed runway lights, pole lights, even the windows of the buildings were bright but there was no other sign of life. No vampires, or cars, waiting for them.