Adare shook his head. “You are not coming.”

Benny cleared his throat. “The security at the cabin is excellent. It’s not any of my business, but she’d be safe there. If something goes wrong, Ronan will fetch her.” He leaned in, whispering loud enough that the neighbors surely heard. “You can get laid, Bro. It’s a good way to face death.”

Faith ran out onto the porch. “Emma said you guys are leaving.”

Her mate, Ronan, filled the doorway behind her. His gaze was somber. “The timeline for the op has changed?” As a member of the Seven, he was well versed in the plan.

Benny nodded. “Yes. The rewards have increased.”

Ronan’s eyebrows rose as he deciphered Benny’s not-so-subtle code. “Confirmed rewards?”

“Yes.” Benny looked at his watch. “We need to go. Now.”

Ronan stepped toward them, close enough that eavesdroppers couldn’t hear. “If there are hostages, I’m coming, too. This just changed from a search and destroy mission to rescue…and destroy. You’ll need another soldier if there are that many confirmed captives.”

He was right. They’d only thought to find a couple of captives. The idea of more was breathtaking. Adare nodded. He, Benny, and Ronan had suffered the Seven ritual together centuries ago, along with Quade and three members who were now gone, and he trusted Ronan not only with his life but with Grace’s.

Ronan turned and looked at his mate. “I’ll be back, Faith. In a few days.”

“Oh, no.” The woman stepped forward and put an arm around her sister’s shoulders. “If Grace is going, so am I. While I don’t know exactly what’s going on, something tells me you guys might need a doctor sooner rather than later. I’ll get my supplies, and then we can leave.”

“This is turning into a caravan,” Benny muttered, looking up at the cloudy sky. “I mean, I want to be a decent wingman and get you some sugar, but this is getting ridiculous.”

* * * *

After a turbulent helicopter ride with Adare piloting the craft, Grace sat on the kitchen counter of Adare’s cabin while Faith set medical supplies out on the table. It was disconcerting, to put it mildly, that everyone knew she was about to play crazy vampire-demon bedroom rodeo that night.

Adare was down in the basement with Benny and Ronan, coming up with updated battle plans. She’d been surprised to see the helicopter hangar set into the rocks at the back of the cabin. What other surprises did this place hold?

Faith finally finished and turned around, her eyes a shade darker than Grace’s and a lot more somber at the moment. “We’ve already had the sex talk. A long time ago.”