Day sleep represented a kind of death, particularly when young in vampire years. You had to be sure you were safe in the hours when you were totally helpless.
Neither Flinch nor Merry had the choice of sleeping in motels, as he did. Because of his years and lifestyle, he could wake and protect himself if threatened. The other two could not.
The skies began to brighten. Merry broke into a run, her sudden desperation reaching back to him. Only now that the sun's heat had started to itch her skin did she realize her danger.
She swung into a side street, and fled into the darkness of an old warehouse. Ethan stopped, following the rest of her retreat with his senses.
As he'd expected, she fled down, not up, into the comforting darkness of the basement. Flinch waited for her there.
