I’m staying at Portland Row. It’s my home, and I’m not abandoning it for anyone. But you—” “Shut up, Lockwood,” Holly said. “None of us are turning tail at this point.” Kipps grunted. “No matter how crazy your plans.” Lockwood’s grin was wide, infectious. “All right,” he said. “In that case, the question I’d ask you is a very simple one.” He looked at us. “What are we prepared to do to win?”
