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Kim could not decide whether she was more creeped out or fascinated by the change that came over Daniel Leland as they traveled. It had started in the air over the Atlantic, but she had expected that: a drunken, uncoordinated loss of fine motor control that always seemed to afflict vampires when they were confronted with living water, like an ocean or river. If they had been lower, it would have been worse, and if they had taken a boat instead of a plane, he would have been completely paralyzed except for the hour or so surrounding the change of the tides. He had compensated by leaning back in the plush seat of the Reed private jet, moving as little as possible, pretending to be asleep. Unfortunately for him, Kim knew what to look for, and she spotted the occasional tiny leaps of hi
