••{RHIANNON'S POV}••
"Rhiannon, you're not safe here anymore," Nayeesha says as she paces back and forth with her hands on her hips. "Azrael's life is hanging by a thread and sooner or later, the enemy will strike again. There's only so much I can do before I reach my limits."
She stops in front of me and lowers her voice.
"So tell me," she says softly. "What are we going to do?"
I press my lips into a thin line and stare at the floor. My thoughts race faster than my heartbeat, colliding and overlapping until it all becomes noise. I force myself to slow down, to breathe, to think.
Then it clicks.
My brows lift and my eyes widen just a fraction.
Nayeesha notices immediately. "What is it?"
I look up at her. "I have a plan."
Her posture straightens at once and she steps closer, anticipation lighting up her face.
"Alright," she says. "Tell me."
"Sit first."
