Sibyl sat in her seat, tall, poised and utterly calm.
On the outside.
On the inside, already was quickly knotting itself into a large, tangled mass. She had considered going after Griffin when he first taken off but had decided against it. He desperately needed to learn to control his vampire urges in time was more or less of the essence. She was going to let him get on there tomorrow, she needed to be certain that he could be trusted not to make a scene.
Truth be told, she was not one hundred percent sure she could erase the minds of everyone on that plane if word got out, either by cell phone, email or the pilot's radio. And while the likelihood of anyone believing there was actually a vampire on board was slim to none, she knew better than to take that risk. She could name numerous,
