“I’ll challenge you for that,” Max murmured while I said, “You’re in pretty deep. Why should we trust you?”
Juliana regarded me, her dark eyes cool. “Exactly how many Peacekeepers have come raining down on the manor in the past week?”
She had a point. I offered her a small smile. “Maybe this is all part of your great, big, evil plan,” I teased.
“Since my prior grand plans involved you using the sense you were born with, clearly I’m not that great of a planner,” she shot back, grinning.
Before I could offer my own snappy comeback, Max laughed. “You’ve always been a tough cookie, Jules, no doubting that,” he said. “So, sounds like we’re all in, one way or another.”
“Yeah, I think we are,” I said as I burrowed deeper into Micah’s arms. We were going to take out the Peacekeepers, once and for all. Or die trying.
Crap.