For a long time, Silas said nothing. He mulled over her words from his seat at the kitchen table, just gazing at his wife while he did so. She was right. Evidence or no, it was clear that PM and the whole of Market was a powder keg just waiting for its fuse to be lit. He did not want Paetra to be caught in the crossfire of these criminals' war any more than Kallista did, but he had no other solution to their current situation. Paetra needed the care she was getting here, at least until she woke. Perhaps then they could leave. Silas was confident that the two of them could teach her to live with her near-immortality. Of course, the problem of her education would remain.<br/><br/>With a sigh, he stood from his chair, exiting into the bedroom and returning with a small speaker attached to a phone. The elf still was not used to smartphones, or phones in general for that matter, but shortly after they had purchased the house Silas had seen fit to purchase one. It made getting in contact with Mr. Anjou easier, and he had especially enjoyed learning that music could be played from the small device.<br/>In fact, upon that discovery, Silas had immediately begun searching the city for someone who could help him recreate some music in such a way that he could put it on the phone.<br/>It had taken a long time, and truthfully he still didn't understand how the process had worked. However, he hoped this would make it worth it.<br/>Placing the speaker on the table, he tapped at the screen a few times until a soft, orchestral tune began to play.<br/><br/>Approaching Kallista, he gently took her hand, pulling her up to dance with him to the music they had danced to at their wedding. Though he spoke of their troubles, a soft smile rested on his face. "They will not dare follow us to our home, sheill. You saw the way their leader scampered away with his tail between his legs when we encountered him in the hallway. He may be a White Wolf, but he would not dare to send any of these other fools after us. He is lucky he still lives, and I think he is well aware of that."<br/>As they turned around the room, Silas' eyes remained locked on hers. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and given the opportunity he would have simply sat and stared at her until he wasted away.<br/>"You are right, though. We cannot stay here. The same tension that pervaded the Four Kingdoms pervades this place, and I have no doubt that war will break out soon. I refuse to let Paetra be caught in that, but..." He sighed, then smiled as he dipped her low, stealing a kiss as he had done on their wedding night. As he brought her back up, the smile faded. "I do not know where else we can go. Our daughter needs the care these people are providing for now, and to uproot her and leave the city...I feel as though that would be a great disservice to her. This is the only place she knows."<br/>Silas fell silent then, trying to push his concerns from his mind, and enjoy dancing with his wife.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>It took Ghost some time to finally make his way into his office. He'd fucked around a bit before even entering PMHQ, browsing around in a couple of stores on his way back just to take his mind off things.<br/>He'd also made a stop by Thyme and Brie's room to see his sister, but Thyme was not there are Brie was sleeping fitfully. He'd left her a note.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Brie,<br/><br/>Came by to see you but I didn't want to wake you. Shit is probably going to go south soon, so I want you to know that I love you. I know I haven't been the best brother lately, or even a good one, but I hope you know that. When this is all done, let's go back to the beach house and relax a while. I think we could both use a vacation.<br/><br/>Love, Ghost</span><br/><br/>He sat down in his large chair, picking up the file Plum had left him on her latest target. Jaminson was a smart businessman who owned a bank and played his dealings close to the chest, and that second fact had made him rich. If Ghost thought for a second that he could trust the man, he would have hired him to work for PM. The way the man moved money around was enough to get him killed, and that was enough for Ghost to see incredible potential. However, Ghost barely trusted anyone. He hadn't even fully trusted Plum until the Mark, and even now he felt he probably shouldn't. She was far too clever for anyone's good, and far too good at getting away with murder. Plum wouldn't harm him, though. Not seriously, not since the Mark was on her.<br/><br/>Ghost's eyes glazed over, and he barely took in any of the information on the file. Plum's information was always extensive, and though most of it was relevant to her kill, he'd always found it hard to read all the way through one of her files. A few things here and there caught his eye. Jaminson's house was on the south side, he had a huge love for classic cars (Ghost would likely send someone to steal a few of them), and he always smelled faintly of dog. For a second, he wanted to laugh. That was probably Plum's intention. She always included one off-the-wall fact in her files, to catch him off guard and make him laugh. Just to take some of his stress off, she'd said when he'd asked her about it long ago.<br/>Something didn't seem right, though. Jaminson didn't own any pets...<br/>A quick search on his phone told him everything he needed to know, and confirmed the fear that had been building in him. There was a picture of Jaminson on his bank's website. Just barely visible over his hair were two points. Ears. Plum's target was a wolf. His<span style="font-style: italic">mate's</span>target was a<span style="font-style: italic">wolf</span>, and she was Marked.<br/>"Fuck." Ghost uttered, before crashing from his office and sprinting to the elevator.