Fuck. I reached behind me, pulling out the Glock I'd taken earlier. I placed it on the table. "The Coven gave us these, but as tourists in possession of firearms, it's leverage for them too. One phone call to the police, or one checkpoint with a search, and we're spending twenty years in a Mexican prison."

Steven nodded. "They won't do anything against vampires anyway. Take the bag and hide it for now," he said. "The rest of you? Get some sleep. I'll have breakfast delivered here at eight, and we'll go over our plans for the day."

I stood up and grabbed a napkin, wiping my prints from the...