Tell her. Trust her to make the right decision.

"Well, there is another option. It could be taken care of right now, and you'd probably be much less of a prize for them to go after."

She started to uncurl, and pushed her left nighty strap back onto her shoulder. She had thin fingers, fingernails painted blue. She smelled like something familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

She cocked her head at me. "What would that be?"

"Well," I smile. "What makes you valuable to them is your innocence. All we need to do is make that impossible to be claimed."

Her blue eyes shot wide open with realization. Her jaw dropped slightly.

Oh, it's vanilla.