"I suppose she could have hired or fooled any mercenaries into doing her work for her." Zel's voice had taken a rather prickly tone. "Instead of all this foolishness." Though she kept going, ticking off whatever she could possibly think of, perhaps attempt to be humorous. Unfortunately, he'd picked one word out of the lot, and his face had almost drained of color. "You don't believe..?" No, possibly not. "The last three are not happening." Stacy'd have to kill him, first. Then again, he didn't seem too edible, either.