“Why would he want to die at dawn?” Socrates asked from across the aisle.

“When he sleeps like a regular person he has nightmares,” I said.

“I can understand wanting to skip that,” he said.

I felt the sun rise on the other side of the closed windows, and I felt Damian die. Nathaniel grabbed my hand tight. He’d felt it, too. I heard the curtain close behind us and didn’t blame whoever had done it because one window wasn’t perfectly set and there was a thinnest of golden lines that slid along the inside of the plane. Domino was closest and he tried to force it down that last fraction. “It’s not square in the window. It won’t close more.”

We got napkins from the bar and wedged them in the crack of the “closed” window. “Good thing none of the vampires stayed up here,” he said.

We all agreed. “Someone make a note to get this window fixed. Blackout shades aren’t a luxury for us.”

“Done,” Nicky said, and he was making a note in his smartphone.

We all sat back in our seats, though Dev moved up to sit across from Nathaniel where Damian had been. There was barely room for his shoulders next to Nicky’s even in the comfy swivel seats. I wasn’t sure they would have fit next to each other in coach seats on a regular airplane.

“What do you guys do on commercial airlines? I mean, how do you fit into the seats?”

They looked at each other and then Nicky answered, “I ride first class.”

Dev grinned. “Not fit.”

I smiled back. I couldn’t help it. “Okay, ask a silly question.”

Nathaniel put an arm across my shoulders and said, “We should tell Dev about Asher.”

The smile faded on Dev’s face. “I don’t need to know anything about him.”

“This, you actually do,” I said.

We told him, and Nicky, and anyone else on the plane who wanted to hear. It wasn’t big enough to really keep secrets, especially not when the people in question had super-hearing. It was like trying to keep secrets around Superman: just not happening.

Dev was frowning and rubbing his temples by the time we were finished.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

He opened his eyes and looked at me. “You didn’t break my heart. Why are you sorry?”

“I guess I’m sorry Asher is such a shit.”

“He was a shit to you, too.”

“But I didn’t want to marry him, so it didn’t break my heart as much,” I said.

Dev smiled, more chagrined than happy. “Yeah, well, I’m not twenty-five yet, so I get to make stupid choices.”

“At least he didn’t say yes,” Nicky said.

Dev looked at him and it was not a friendly look. “I wanted him to say yes, or I wouldn’t have asked him.”

“If he’d said yes, then you would just be fucking Asher and no one else; is that really what you want?”

“He was never monogamous for you, but he expected you to be for him,” I said.

“Cousin,” Pride said, leaning in between Dev’s and Nicky’s seats, “Asher is one of the most selfish people I’ve ever met. I don’t know how you dated him as long as you did.”

“He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever met,” Dev said.

“No one is beautiful enough to make up for being that much of a selfish bastard.”

“The sex was amazing.”

Pride shrugged, his hands making a push-away gesture. “We’ll all stay with the crazy ones longer than we should for the sex.”

“I hate the idea that only the crazy ones are great in bed, because it’s not true,” I said.

They all looked at me.

“What? I’m having great sex and I’m not dating crazy.”

They looked at each other now, and then Nicky said, “Anita, I’m a sociopath who tried to kill you and almost everyone you loved when we first met. How is that not the most crazy boyfriend ever?”

“Okay, I’ll give you that one,” I said, smiling and patting his knee.

Nathaniel said, “I was the crazy boyfriend for years, but I went to therapy and worked through my issues.”

“But you still do sex like you’re the crazy boyfriend,” Dev said, leaning forward and kissing Nathaniel. He parted from the kiss, his hand playing with the thick braid of Nathaniel’s hair.

Nathaniel ran his hand along the other man’s thigh as he said, “You fuck pretty good for not being the crazy one.”

It made Dev laugh and lean in for another kiss. This one lasted a little longer, and I watched sort of fascinated. I’d been with them together more than once and knew they were doing more just the two of them, but that just made them better together and I was good with that.

Dev drew back and said, “I’m so vanilla compared to you.”

“Everyone is vanilla compared to Nathaniel,” Pride said.

We all shook our heads. Ethan spoke up from across the aisle. “Not anyone else sitting over there with you.”

“What do you mean?” Pride asked.

“It’s one of the reasons that Anita and I didn’t work out as regular lovers. I am vanilla and she isn’t, and she’s not attracted to straight vanilla men.”

“I won’t apologize for what I like,” I said.

“I’m not asking you to, but I’m trying to explain to Pride that he doesn’t understand that Nathaniel isn’t the only nonvanilla here.”