Page 63 of Unmasked Prophecy
That’s too long.
“Wolfe, if they have him, all day is too long.”
“Talon is smart, he won’t go in during the day. He’s either in there hiding already or he’s waiting until night falls.”
“Then we need to go and make sure,” I say, rubbing my hands over my face, exhaling.
“No, we’re not risking it. If he has a plan, and we just show up, it could backfire. We need to trust he knows what he’s doing for now, and wait for the evening.”
“Then what?” I question.
“I don’t fuckin’ know,” Wolfe growls. “I don’t have a plan.”
“We ambush them, go in with guns and weapons,” I say, quickly.
“You think your father isn’t already anticipating that?”
Dammit. I know he’s right.
I know he is.
"I'll go in," I say, the words falling from my lips with a weight I hadn't anticipated. Wolfe's eyes narrow, assessing me with a mixture of skepticism and something else—respect, maybe. "I'm the only one who can. I’m the only one who knows where to hide and how not to get caught.”
He crosses his arms, the leather of his jacket creaking. "You sure about that?"
"Have you got a better plan? If they haven’t caught Talon already, then he is walking straight into a trap if he doesn’t know what he’s doing. I can help, I can get us out of there.”
Wolfe's jaw tightens, a muscle flickering beneath his skin. He nods, slowly, as if each movement is a concession. "You get them out. They will retaliate, we need a plan. We need to end this, once and for all.”
“I could take in an explosive...” I say, the words rolling off my lips without thought.
"We can’t blow the place without harming the kids."
Fuck.
He’s right.
I can’t risk the lives of innocent children.
What if I could somehow get Miriam out? She does take them on an outside trip once a month, usually to the local lake where she teaches them away from prying eyes.
“What’s the date?” I ask, quickly.
Wolfe narrows his eyes but pulls his phone out. “19th.”
My heart skips a beat. It’s as if the planets have aligned. “I think I have a plan.”
Shaking his head, Wolfe looks at me, skeptical and unsure. “I’m listenin’.”
“Miriam takes the kids out once a month, on the twentieth, to the local lake where she teaches them outside of the compound. If we work it right, not only could someone get Lily, but I could go in, get Talon and plant an explosive. We blow it when she leaves.”
Wolfe’s brows go up. “Fuck me. You really willin’ to kill that many people? That’s a fuckin’ massacre, Nia.”
My heart sinks. I know what it is.
“I don’t know any other way around this,” I whisper. “They will never stop. Not until me and my child are dead.”
Wolfe growls. “Too many lives. Let me think.”
