“Yes?” Enya snapped.
“How are you gonna get the dagger? My understanding is that it’s locked up in the council compound and very well guarded. You said so yourself.”
“Yes, it’s guarded, but against outsiders. There is a way for a Stealth Guardian to retrieve the dagger,” Enya said.
Aiden raised an eyebrow. “How?”
Enya smiled. “Did you know that the door to the council’s archive where the dagger is kept isn’t made of lead?”
Hamish blew out a breath. “Son of a gun. You’re just gonna march in there invisibly and steal it, aren’t you?”
Enya shrugged. “I was hoping one of you will, because I need to shore up support from Scanguards.”
“What’s Scanguards got to do with it?” Grayson asked.
“We need their help with the explosives.”
“You’re missing something here,” Hamish said.
Enya turned her head to him. “What am I missing?”
“You need three teams to work on the vortex circles simultaneously, otherwise the chance of the demons discovering the explosives is too high.”
Aiden nodded. “Hamish is right. Three teams means three Stealth Guardians to make those who plant the explosives invisible. Plus protection.”
“But I can’t ask for that,” Enya said. “I can’t make you do that.”
Aiden looked at his brethren. “No, you can’t. But we can volunteer.”
“But the risk—”
“The risk is much smaller if you and Zoltan go down using a vortex, then carve the portal somewhere where it’s hidden away, then come get us,” Hamish said. “What do you say, guys? Are you up for kicking some demon butt?”
Grunts of agreement bounced off the walls.
“Guys,” Enya said, choking up.
“I think what Enya wants to say is thank you,” Zoltan said, and squeezed her hand. “And so do I. You won’t regret it.”
Logan nodded. “Make sure of that, because if you betray us…” He didn’t need to complete the sentence. Zoltan understood.
“By the life of my unborn child, I promise to be true to my word.”