They landed at a quiet airstrip in California. With an hour to sunset, they hurried to a nearby den. Their hosts' lack of enthusiasm was palpable, but Griselda reminded them how lucky they were to be able to serve The Guild.
They don't look like they feel very lucky.
The next evening, they took up residence with another coven. Their den was a small house near the ocean. Fallon could smell the salt water and thought of Laura's Beach Boys collection. Though they were just on the edge of the so-called "musical peak", she owned every album.
"Why don't we live near the beach?" she'd asked more than once. "We could learn to surf. Wouldn't that be fun?"
It sounded horrible to him. Plus "Because The Guild isn't near the beach."
"You don't have to work for them, you know. Most vampires don't."