The plan was insane. Kayda knew it, Cam knew it, and yet, what choice did they have? The trap overhead required action that didn't involve using him as a body shield.
Given the countess's interest in them, Kayda was counting on the fact she wanted them alive. Kayda at least. As for Cam, she could only hope they wouldn't hurt him too badly and that he meant it about healing from just about anything. Still, if they could avoid getting shot...
As she stood at the bottom of the stairs, trepidation had her trembling.
"What are we doing, Kay? Stand here and fight, or are we taking it outside? We need to decide. The soldiers will be making it to this floor anytime now."
Why did she always have to make the decisions? She grimaced. "I don't know which is better."
"What's your gut say?"