From Inside the Grey House:
“Can we get them out?” He took a sip of the brandy, wishing he were drinking Natalia’s blood.
“Possibly, but we need a distraction.” Joseph was still swirling the glass in his hands, fruitlessly trying to warm the liquid.
“What do you suggest?” Vincent drained the glass, knowing what was coming.
Joseph drained his glass, set it on the bar, faced Vincent and simply raised his eyebrow, as if to suggest there was only one true distraction.
Vincent growled low in his throat. He had wanted to keep her out of this, but knew she was the only option. Giving Joseph a disgruntled look, he pulled out his cell and sent Natalia a text.