Lucas stopped in his tracks and turned to her, cupping her face gently with both hands. "You scared the hell out of me back there. But that was amazing!"
"Do you think the council will really try to take you down?" she asked finally.
"I don't care about that. We are taking the fight to the monster, sweetie. You got absolutely nothing to worry about," Lucas growled. 'I've already seen the battlefield in my mind and I've painted it red.'
Ava, however, wasn't swept away by the poetry of bloodlust. Not entirely. She reached out and placed a hand on his chest, where his heart beat like a war drum beneath her fingers. "Lucas… you cannot worry about me only," she said softly. "You have to worry about Zoe too. She's part of this fight, like it or not. Let's think things through, love. We can't let her suffer for the wrong moves we make."
