"Good." Lenore smiles warmly at her, pleased and reassured that she's willing to go along with this plan. While they still have an extra moment of privacy, Lenore pressed close again, face against Gideon's chest and a little tremor in her body.

"I'm scared," she murmurs. "If it is a trap. If I'm setting up this plan and putting my best fighter out of my own reach. I hate this. But I've been searching my brains for the past two days and this gamble is the best idea I have."

Looking up again, scared and unhappy, Lenore's hands tighten around Gideon's waist. "Once we get home, I'm not leaving for a week. If something else needs to be dealt with in that time, someone else can fucking deal with it."