"That way, we won't have to wait for them to strike at the worst possible moment, like during the transportation of evacuees and supplies. Instead, we can draw them out on our own terms."
A faint, knowing smile appeared on her lips. "In short, I'm just acting as bait. Once the fish takes the bait, we can reel them in and catch them red-handed."
She exhaled softly, clearly hoping that this explanation would stop them from fussing over her as if she were truly frail.
Hearing her explanation, Levi and Maxwell exchanged a glance.
Earlier, after listening to the elders who had seen Addison wandering weakly around the camp, the two of them had been worried sick. If they could have, they would have treated her like a fragile child, spoon-feeding her, fussing over her, and perhaps even cradling her just to make sure she was truly alright.
