Rather unlike her usual, attentive self, Morgan had dozed as the carriage trudged forward, lulled by the slight swaying of the cabin. Later, she would remind herself that staying alert and focused would benefit them on their mission, but for now, her eyelids only fluttered every time the carriage rolled over a rock or bump. It was only Lydia's voice - something she hadn't heard in over an hour - that roused her. She blinked away the sleep from her eyes, flipping the curtain and gazing out the half opened window at the darkening sky. The vampires would be lucky enough to see in the dark, but she had to squint to make out anything useful in the distance. Not that it mattered anyway; even if she could identify her surroundings, she was far too deep into Carpe Noctem territory to tell anyone about it.<br/><br/>The Enforcer glanced over at Lydia as she straightened and smoothed out the vest, fighting the urge to do the same to her own clothing. The sleeve had shifted farther down her arm again, and she quickly tugged it back into place, careful not to smudge Lydia's careful ink work. She wasn't going to risk this mission because of a faulty -<i>fake, </i>she reminded herself - tattoo. Still, her fingers curled into the hem of the shirt, wrinkling the fabric with the force of her nervous hand. She glanced at Lydia periodically, but not enough to do more than look at the expression on her face. Lydia appeared calm, and Morgan couldn't tell what was going on inside her head, but she could guess.<br/><br/>She busied herself by fixing the crease in her pants and ensuring that she looked good enough to be Lydia's branded human. It would do her no good to look like some human she had picked up off the street, even though Adrian would know who she was once he looked at her. She hated the thought of confronting him again, and she tried to convince herself once again that this really was the<i>only </i>way to get what they needed. It would have taken them too long to come up with a more covert plan, and by then, the killer would have taken more humans or perhaps upped his game by attacking vampires. She still hadn't figured out what his plan was; she couldn't even figure out what her<i>own </i>plan was.<br/><br/><i>"Don't let them walk all over you, if they try. I think it'd be more suspicious if anyone this close to me respected them." </i>Morgan nodded, but the idea of bigger, likely burlier, vampires insulting her was not a thought she wanted to entertain. She rubbed her bicep a few times, willing herself to be still. After a few short moments, the carriage came to a jolting stop, and Morgan peeked out at the looming building from behind the curtain. She didn't like the way the gargoyles leered at her, as if they could follow her with their carved, stone eyes. The voice calling to them was equally as unnerving, especially when their frames came into partial view.<br/><br/>Large hands flipped the windows up, almost tearing the glass off the carriage, and the dark red eyes of the male vampire glared in before his gaze settled on Morgan. A sickening glee lit up the red, and Morgan fought the urge to scramble back to the other corner. There was nowhere to go if these vampires turned hostile, but they seemed to want to play with their<i>food </i>rather than honor the tentative agreement Adrian had set forth. Perhaps Adrian himself had told his lackeys to have fun. Either way, flanking them inside the carriage certainly was not part of their truce.<br/><br/>The first vampire - the second had yet to speak - sneered something about<i>special treatment </i>at her, and as the second reached for her, Lydia's hand snatched his wrist. The quick motion almost made Morgan jump, but her hands clamped down on the carriage seat and she held fast. Lydia was practically growling at the other vampires now, and her steely eyes widened just a touch at the words,<i>"she's not yours to touch." </i>It was strangely possessive, even if it was just a front to cover their lies. Morgan found herself liking the words more than she should have, and with a imperceptible shake of her head, she watched Lydia try to shake the door open.<br/><br/>It wouldn't budge, as the vampire was pressing his full weight against the carriage, trapping them inside. Claustrophobia threatened to seize her, but she couldn't lose it now. Not when they were so close. With a frown, Morgan scooted up closer to the window, gray eyes narrowed as she stared at the other vampire. She suppressed a shiver down her spine as he called her<i>delicious, </i>and she briefly wondered if this was what Izzy had felt like in the Silver Steed in her undercover missions. Perhaps she could ask the other Enforcer for tips on how to deal with... solicitors.<br/><br/>"Even if she does, I imagine it'll be a lot more pleasant from her rather than from your dirty fangs," she snapped. She placed her hand on the door beside Lydia's and gave an experimental push, but once again, it didn't move. "I'm not expected to do anything for<i>you, </i>because her agreement was for your damn boss, not his<i>minions. </i>Keep this up, and the only fresh blood you'll be seeing is your own when it's spilling onto the dirt." It was an empty threat, seeing as she had no weapons and her protector was trapped in the same carriage with her, but she said it with as much vehemence as she could muster. She wouldn't back down, not when they were so damn close.