Molly looked at the army Phaedra called up and got a grim smile on her face. "Not bad." Her hand gave the vampire's a squeeze. "Not bad at all."
Molly's hand holding Phaedra's allowed her to have more access to Harry's bodyguard's mind. She could possibly take control, orchestrate whatever was coming next. Then she would really be breaking the Law, and her head and Harry's would be forfeit.
That wasn't why she didn't, though. This was Phaedra's fight. Molly could appreciate that. No, she couldn't wrap her mind around the passage of three centuries, but she knew all about wanting to get one back for yourself.
Instead, she lent Phaedra her strength, effectively doubling whatever the vampire had started this with. It wasn't limitless, but it would be an additional well of energy for her to draw on.
She looked at the woman and nodded with that stubborn smirk on her face. "Get 'em."