But she was not patient. It must have been shortly after midnight when she had woken up by Mac’s commotion; now it was perhaps an hour before dawn. She had headed to her room in the house and seethed, plotting her next move. She had only stopped by Long Fei’s tent and told him to be ready for anything. He seemed skeptical, but she knew implicitly that he would stand with her, whatever happened. For the next several hours she lay in her bed and stared at the ceiling, grimly contemplating the paths available to her.