"Someone's feeding the Morrígans intel," Declan says. "Has to be. How else would they know where to hit us?"
"And how else would they lure Bridget downstairs," Callum adds.
"Wait, wait. How do you know that?" I ask.
Callum rubs the back of his neck.
"We got the security tapes. She walks down there laughing, talking to someone. We can't make out who, and…" He trails off, but I don't need him to finish.
"Also," I say and hesitate, "now may be a good time to tell you that at the event, someone was looking at me from across theroom. Flashed a feather. Octavian went after him, but he was gone."
"Shit, Keira, are you serious? Why didn't you say anything?" Declan asks, leaning forward.
"I just got caught up with everything. Sorry."
"Okay, so clearly we got a Shadowharbor and Morrígan connection," Callum says. "I'm glad I made the call about not all of us attending the event together. Who knows what could have happened, to us or others there."
There's a moment of silence, and then Callum leans forward, elbows on the desk. "And all Bridget said was that they mentioned them, right? Nothing more specific?"
"No. I asked if she could ID them if she saw them again. She said yes."
Declan curses under his breath. "Shit, that could have been our ticket to get some answers."
"I know," I snap, more aggressive than I mean to. "And now she's fucking dead."
Silence settles over the room again.
Callum's fingers drum against the desk, a rare tell that he's mulling over whatever the hell is in his head.
"I'm thinking you should stay here for a few days," he says finally, looking at me. "You can take the east wing. If we think we have a mole, I may want to use Octavian for something, and I don't want you alone."
"You want me to stay here?"
"Yes."
I open my mouth to argue, then stop.
Normally, I'd tell him to fuck off. That I can take care of myself. That I don't need to be locked up like some princess in a tower.
But Bridget's face flashes in my mind, her tongue cut out, feathers on her chest.
I swallow hard.
"Fine," I say quietly. "I'll stay."
Declan's eyebrows shoot up. "You will?"
"Don't sound so shocked. Seeing a dead woman spooked me, all right?"
Callum nods, satisfied. "Good. Also, see if you can find out exactly who those people were, the Shadowharbor reps your woman heard talking."
I nod. "I'll dig into it."
"And one more thing," Callum says, his voice softer now. "I'm having a meeting with Dad soon. I may tell him what's going on."
Declan leans forward. "You sure that's a good idea? With his treatments and all?"
"I don't know," Callum shrugs. "I don't want to bother him with this shit, but maybe he deserves to know. Fuck, I don't know."
