Blanca loaded the supplies into her truck, taking as much time as she dared. If the sun affected her, it had to be just as lethal to her assailant if he was like Dimitri. It had never occurred to her that she might have to contend with a vampire. Killian and his companion Selvo had been her nightmare; she suspected this was much worse. She packed the blood carefully in the center of her large cooler, surrounded by the blocks of ice. She had to find a way to get the blood to Dimitri without leaving a trail for the vampire.
She waited, stalling now before she left. The sun climbed higher, touching her skin right through the thin cotton of her clothing. A wide-brimmed hat and her dark glasses provided relief. Still, Blanca sensed it was safer to stay among people as long as she could; until her weakness left her she had no alternative but to seek rest in her darkened camper in the shade of the woods.
