His anger dissolved his words into French, but for once Leah didn't feel the urge to snap at him to speak fucking English. Nor did she require a translation. The gist of it, as well as the fact he was speaking his native tongue for a reason other than to annoy her, gave her enough indication to what he was saying. Giving a jerky nod of her head, she both accepted the unnecessary apology and his statement that they both had families to protect.
"Believe me, if my brother and sisters weren't around, it wouldn't have taken me four fucking years to fight back." Brandon could take care of himself, but Lilah and Kori? They were another matter entirely. "Now we've got our chance. We can fight back. And we will."
Part of her wondered how it was so easy to accept entering this conspiratorial partnership with Evan, of all people, but the other part of her wasn't surprised at all. They saw eye to eye on more things than she was willing to admit. Trusted each other, however grudgingly.
Her eyes flicked up when Evan spoke of getting revenge, and she forced the lines in her brow to relax. Yes, they would get revenge. She didn't doubt that at all. Leah hoped it went without saying that she had Evan's back in this, as it always seemed to be when they were in the midst of a fight.
Leah rubbed her fingers across her brow, as if summoning thoughts to the surface. She bobbed her head in agreement, moistening her lips before speaking. "Secure forum, right. And let's hope he's not stupid enough—" or clever enough "—to give the government a way to eavesdrop on us."
Her lips quirked into a humorless half-smile. "Your faith in my self-control is astounding, Marchand. I know what's at stake; don't worry."
Placing her palms behind her on the bed, Leah allowed — forced was more like — herself to relax a bit. "So, did you let your sister in on what's going on? Or were you planning to keep it quiet until we had an actual plan in place?" She paused, then added, "My brother knows, and he's got our full support."