This was not how Marguerite had anticipated the day going. It had been two days of defending the Pimpernel Outreach from demons and they'd been pushed back. Only for the undead to rise. Brilliant. Really. So while Percy was out doing his rescuing thing, Marguerite had been in charge of again defending the Outreach center with her rapier.
She hadn't anticipated the body of her stalker to show up, to attack her and break her arm before she'd been able to fight him off and somehow kill him. But she was now unable to do much in the defending arena and she had been unable to reach Freya. So with her arm hanging limply at her side and doing her best to ignore the pain, she put the phone on speaker phone and called her husband, praying that he'd be able to answer.