That turned out to be a small parking lot about a quarter mile from the Lookout. They all got out of the car, and then she took Gideon and Edan’s hands. “Gura math a thèid leat!”
Gideon understood what she’d said but he wasn’t certain Edan had, so he started to translate. “That means…”
“I wish you good luck, in Gaelic,” Edan said before Gideon could tell him. “I’ve known Maeve for longer than either she or I probably want to think about. She says that to me every time I take off to deal with a vampire who needs my special attention.”
She smiled. “So I’m being repetitious?”
“Not at all. You’re saying what’s in your heart. I appreciate it more than you know.”
“I do, too,” Gideon told her.
Nodding, she kissed their cheeks then said, “Go. Save the world, or at least Braden’s life.”