Fey must have seen it, too, because she moved between them, cutting off their brother's line of sight to the half witch. "This is serious," she argued urgently. "Our place here was precarious already, but the werewolves will have more influence now. With Gered in their ears, the witches might decide to stop ignoring us."
"You know what I'll suggest." Nick leaned back a little, trying to catch another glimpse of Cleo. "Army, slaughter, safety."
"No army," Elijah disagreed vehemently. "We can't break the deal first. Just one new vampire will be all the excuse they need. They won't just drive us out; they'll band together to destroy us."
Fey looked from Nick to Cleo and back again, her expression thoughtful. "But there's already an army here," she mused. "The French have a permanent camp just a few miles away. They're human, obviously, but turning them can't be the only way to get them on our side. We have other methods of persuasion. Isn't that right, Nicholas?"
