Asher nodded before looking to Pan. “Rock, paper, scissors?”
“You can have it. I’ll be better use in hand-to-hand, anyway.”
Sunday returned the blade to the table before joining her group, wrapping her arms around Caleb’s waist in an obvious effort to placate him.
Without missing a beat, Thorne asked, “So we have the bearers, but how do we draw the horsewomen out so we can strike?”
“We wait for them to snatch their kids again and use them like a Trojan horse?” Moira suggested.
Not a single one of the mated men looked happy about this suggestion. Rosie, by contrast, seemed to at least be considering it. She may seem sweet and innocent, but that little Blackthorne was tough as nails.
“How would that even work, Sabrina?”
Moira rolled her eyes at Kingston and then pulled five glittering pendants from her pocket. “We’d track them to their final destination with these magical LoJacks and then just pop on over.”
“Like the Wakandans and Dr. Strange!” Remi blurted enthusiastically.
“The what?” I asked.
“It’s always a fucking Marvel movie,” Alek muttered under his breath.
Remi ignored him and waved a hand. “Never mind. But that sounds super fucking cool. I say we go with that plan.”
“That’s a solid plan B. But what if we can draw them out? Bring them to us instead of putting the heirs at risk?” Tor offered, finally putting his warrior mind to good use.
“What are you suggesting?” Chaos asked, clearly intrigued.
“We amass our army, go to a place of power, draw them out, and then distract them with combat while the weapons are ready and waiting in the wings.”
“I dunno, man. Doesn’t that seem too obvious?” Sin asked.
“They’ve been trying for weeks to get to us, so let’s bait our own trap.”
“Do you really think they’ll fall for that?” Sin asked his brothers.
Chaos considered his question and then slowly nodded. “They’re cocky enough to see it for the trap it is but show up anyway because they believe they’re invincible.”
“So we call their bluff,” Gavin said.
“Exactly.”
Moira passed out the pendants, watching intently as each recipient put them on. “Don’t take these off.” She pointed at Sunday. “That goes double for you, missy. I remember what happened the last time I gave you something to wear.”
“I learned my lesson. It stays on until you tell me otherwise.”
“I knew you were more than a pretty face,” she teased, patting her best friend on the shoulder.
There were a few soft chuckles throughout the room, and then Lucifer broke into a slow clap.
“Bravi.”
Grim glowered at him. “What are you going on about?”
“They figured it out. It only seemed sportsmanlike to recognize the achievement. It’s not every day a motley crew such as this finds a way to gain the upper hand with such insurmountable odds.”
“You are the king of the backhanded compliment,” Malice deadpanned.
“Why, thank you.”
