"They probably won't," she murmurs as she gets in the car and leans back against the seat with a sigh. It's complicated and dangerous, and she knows it's crazy. But she knows she has to do it. Or, at least, she thinks she has to. Which is good enough. "And even if they did take it, they'd be watched. Constantly."

Which might drive more of them off, guarantee there was no place for them in Daybreak.

She's supposed to be seeing the world, making a contract with a fae, and securing the future of the Widdowson line. Not... this.

"That's why they--" No. That was wrong. She was them; they were her. "We need a coven."