We parked at the curb in front of Val’s place. Unlike the Jeep, the Hummer was too burly to fit under the stairwell. I reckoned it was a risk we had to take. Thank goodness, the Hummer looked like one of the vehicles the Order used.
I reached for my door when the Cajun halted me with an iron grip on the wrist. My gaze caught his and I paused, confused.
Dipping his head closer to my face, he spoke in a low voice. “You need to pull yourself together. We can’t show any emotion or our cover will be blown. Moi je comprends-vous? (Do you understand me?)” his jaw clenched, his eyes slightly narrowed.
“I’ve got this!” I shrugged, withdrawing my hand.
One corner of his mouth tugged into a smile. “C'est ma fille! (That’s my girl!)”
With my knives strapped underneath my clothes, hidden, I follow
