Shit.
Shit shit shit.
Thinking fast, Kiara allowed a deliberate air of laziness to saturate her posture and looked from Ballentyne to Dan and back.
"Oh, him? Clever work, isn't it?" She grinned. "Like I said, the plan has changed. Good thing a mordecai's field can't affect faerie glamour, huh?"
She really, really hoped this mercenary had been briefed on her counterpart's run in with Dan's—or rather his brother's—mordecai friend. And that he wouldn't require more "proof" from her.