The switch was instant. Too instant. A moment ago she’d sworn eternal love for him and certain victory. Now she was ready to trade him in for her freedom. Fickle didn’t begin to cover it.
“I’ve gotten more than enough out of you, Tina.” I turned for the door.
“The kitchen staff’s name is Gilbert! Please let me go!”
I ignored her entirely, stepping out to join Lucian in the observation room. He met me with a small smile of approval.
“Lacy said the same about his whereabouts,” Lucian murmured. “Looks like we need to prepare for an attack. He won’t stay in the shadows now.”
I nodded. The next move was coming—whether we were ready for it or not.
“We need to solicit help from others—build a resistance big enough to hold the line,” I told Lucian.
He nodded, rising from his chair. As we wa
