He couldn't stop the low growl in his throat at that.
"That puts a new twist on things." His fingers brushed through her hair, quiet and calm. "All our indications, our instincts, say that someone has an idea of what they're doing. Who they're after. Perhaps a very general idea, but all the same."
He gave her a grim little smile. "When you're ready to talk about it, I am more than willing to listen." And see if I can't find them and tear their throats out. "I was a champion of the Tuatha de Danaan, once."