Ana stretched languidly once they were outside. She enjoyed the open space much more than the desperate pulsing of the crowded clubs, and it was really the only place nowadays where she actually enjoyed breathing. She didn't like the taste of sweat and alcohol in the clubs.

She started walking towards the hotel at a reasonable human pace. She would have loved to let loose and run, but it would attract far too much attention, and she refused to blow her cover like that. Had she been out in the country, it would have been a different story, but like New York City, the Strip never slept.

As much as she wanted to enjoy the cool night air, she was still on her guard. She didn't trust the hunter at all not to try to stake her from behind, and she made sure to keep him in her peripheral vision the entire time. The walk to the hotel wasn't all that long, really, maybe twenty minutes to half an hour, but she was still glad to see it.