Lydia made no mention of Morgan's blushing, though it didn't go unnoticed. She hadn't been lewd in her description, despite the nature of the subject, but that didn't change the fact that she'd now associated their plan with a sexual act, even if it was only to draw a line of distinction. Add that to the fact that they were planning to keep this a secret, and suddenly there was an affair between a vampire clan leader and an Enforcer. It all seemed too convenient, and even Lydia was aware of that. Lydia hoped Morgan didn't suspect her of scheming to get her blood.<br/><br/>Then again, if that had been her plan, Lydia would've taken advantage of her chances<i>days </i>ago.<br/><br/><i>I hope I'm right, too, </i>she wanted to say. Otherwise, they'd be putting themselves in jeopardy, only to end up in the same place they were, sitting at the table with no answers. Adrian seemed smug enough when he visited her the other night that she was certain he knew something, but he'd also come asking for her assistance. Even if he did have useful information for them, she had a feeling it would only reveal a deeper level of complexity to the whole mystery.<br/><br/>"Right, let's hope he doesn't leave us any more surprises between now and Sunday." Lydia had no plans to resurrect any more humans over the weekend, and frankly, she didn't need the headache of any Enforcer other than Morgan finding a body. Even if it was one as seemingly level-headed as Izzy, Morgan was the only one she ... trusted. Or, at the very least, she trusted in Morgan's aversion to stupidity.<br/><br/>Lydia gave a look around the room. It didn't seem like there was any promise of finding any more information that night; both Darcy and Izzy were preoccupied, and she highly doubted that Morgan would ask for another drink. Lydia sighed softly. "Seems like this is a good place to wrap up," she said. "We'll meet on Sunday before sunset, so we'll have time to prepare." She thought for a second before adding, "We shouldn't meet here, though. I ... have an apartment a few blocks away from here. If we leave from there, we won't have to dodge any prying eyes." If only she had something to write the address on. She sucked her teeth, suddenly regretting her choice to tell Morgan to leave her notebook. It wasn't like her dress had pockets for stationery, either.<br/><br/>"I'll arrange for transportation ahead of time, so all you'll have to bring is yourself. Concealable weapons wouldn’t hurt, either.” In this situation, it was best to assume that whatever bodyguards Adrian employed wouldn’t have his guests’ safety in mind. Slowly, Lydia stood and stepped over to Morgan's side of the table, then placed a light hand on Morgan's shoulder and lowered her voice. "Stay for just one more moment, Morgan," she said, no so much a command as it was a gentle request. The poor girl was only being thrust deeper into the dark side of the city. On one hand, Lydia found it humorous, in some twisted way, but that subtle twang of pity didn't seem to want to leave. "I'll go write you the address."<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Sunday rolled around it what seemed like the blink of an eye. As promised, Lydia had sent written word to Adrian to announce their arrival. She'd been succinct and careful not to come across as desperate. Adrian didn't need to know how little she knew, not just yet.<br/><br/><i>Adrian,</i>read the note,<i>we need to talk about this rogue vampire. He's become too much of an issue to leave him be. Expect to see me on Sunday, one hour after sunset. I'm bringing an informant of mine; she's been useful. </i><br/><br/>She'd hesitated for quite some time writing that last part. At first, she'd thought it best to not mention Morgan at all, but feared that keeping quiet would attract even more attention. She didn't dare mention her being an Enforcer, eventually settling on "informant", as it at least had some truth to it.<br/><br/>He'd written back to confirm their meeting, and his message eerily lacked any of his characteristic, snide remarks. Lydia didn't need him to write them down, though; she could practically hear him snickering at her through the scrappy piece of parchment.<br/><br/>Before the day, she'd also purchased ink that was suitable for their purposes. Having the Cleur crest on her arm would make Morgan's pretend-claiming more believable if any one of Adrian's goons dared to check under her sleeve. All they would have to do was make sure the ink was dry enough. A carriage was set to wait for them outside, at the back of the building. She'd also made sure the Coven was taken care of. It was normal for Lydia to leave the Coven in Darcy's hands some weekends, so there were no issues there, and although she'd advised Alex to stay at the Coven for longer, she ultimately decided to leave her in Darcy's hands, too. The less she had to focus on, the better.<br/><br/>The apartment where Lydia waited for Morgan was a place she'd started using for its convenience. The actual Cleur residence was further away from the Coven, tucked into its own isolated property as much of the wealthy homes in Onyxport were. Not to mention, it wasn't solely hers; she had a brother, an aunt and uncle, and younger cousins who frequently stayed there, as well as other family members who visited on occasion, unannounced. It was necessary for her sanity to have separate places scattered about that she could call her own.<br/><br/>Technically, it was a two-family building, numbered 118, but she'd taken both apartments; she loathed the idea of hearing footsteps during her quiet time. The surrounding neighbors were mostly vampires, but they were no bother. Most of them shared Coven sensibilities, anyway.<br/><br/>The sun was quickly setting, and Lydia peeked briefly through the blinds, wincing as the last rays of daylight pierced through the window. As beautiful as it was, the sunset was too much to bear -- and dangerous when faced directly. She retreated to sit in the living room, resting comfortably on the velvet-clad couch, and closed her eyes as she listened for the knock on the door.