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That explained why Gabriel had nearly come to blows over a man who’d voluntarily abandoned the Pack. On the other hand, Gabriel was the oldest of the Keene siblings, who were named in reverse alphabetical order—Gabriel, Fallon, Eli, and so on. There was no “Caleb” in that list. Caleb’s relationship with the Keene family must have had its own complications.
“Which side?” Ethan asked.
“My father’s. He was unfaithful to my mother. Caleb Franklin was the result of it. My mother was a kind woman, but she drew the line at acknowledging my father’s infidelity. So Caleb Franklin was a member of the Pack, but considered a bastard.
“My mother was adamant, so I didn’t know him growing up. I learned about him later, met him later. He definitely had a chip on his shoulder. Hell, I’d have had one, too, under the circumstances. It certainly changed my perception of the old man.”
Gabriel finished his whiskey. “Caleb came to me about two years ago. He’d gotten an opportunity—that’s what he called it: an opportunity—to do some high-value, if questionable, work for a human. Not a big deal, he’d said. Just a contract. I said no. Humans didn’t know about us then, and I gauged it too risky. The little shit did it anyway, and that was, of course, just the beginning.
“About a year ago, he was making a run of contraband, invited Eli to come along. Eli had no idea what Caleb was running, and they both got caught. They both ended up doing time for it. I was pissed. I confronted Caleb, reminded him that I’d given him an order. I could tell he was scared, and I thought, in the moment, that he’d been scared of me.”
Gabriel put his glass on the table again, and silence fell over the room. And even with the door closed, I’d have sworn every movement in the bar outside had stopped, too, that all eyes were on the closed door and the magic that was beginning to rise within it.
“Caleb wasn’t scared of me. He was scared of the people he’d been working for.” Gabriel lifted his gaze to Ethan’s. “They called themselves the Circle.”
Ethan went very still, and this time it was vampire magic that lifted into the air.
“He’d been running contraband for them—drugs, weapons, and occasionally people, from Texas to Chicago.” Gabe traced a finger across the table like the route on an invisible map. “I gave Caleb two options: Leave the Circle and accept my punishment, or defect and lose all claim to the Pack.”
“Adam was your brother, too,” I said. “He betrayed you, and he wasn’t allowed to live.”
“Adam was responsible for the deaths of shifters; Caleb wasn’t. Maybe I should have taken him out. But he had a hard run of it. Was in a shitty position. Had no claim to a throne he probably had some right to, even if a small one. Maybe that would have been enough to keep him on the straight and narrow. Or maybe he was just a bad seed. I don’t know.”
“He made his own choices,” I said.
“We all do that,” Gabriel said.
“So Franklin defected,” Ethan said. “He picked the Circle. Why?”
“Because soldiers didn’t leave the Circle unless they go out in a body bag. Because the man who controls the Circle is merciless.”
Ethan’s eyes had gone silver and cold and hard as steel, just like the words that punched through the air.
“You knew Reed controlled the Circle. You knew, and despite all the shit we’ve gone through in the last few weeks, the work we put in to proving that connection, you didn’t lift a finger to help.”
Gabriel’s jaw stiffened, as did his bulky shoulders. Very slowly, he slid a glance to Ethan. “You’ll want to watch your tone in my place.”
Ethan was unmoved. “Fuck your place. Navarre is in financial shambles. Merit was stalked. My House was threatened. All because it took time for us to prove that connection.”
Gabriel linked his hands over the table, leaned his chest over it, toward Ethan. “You think you’re the only sup in this city allowed to take care of his own? You think your House is more important than any other family in this city? Then you’ve got it wrong. You got the information you needed. You didn’t need me to volunteer it.”
k a sip, let whiskey burn down my throat. It was strong, but smoky and smooth.
Gabriel nodded his head back and forth, back and forth, as if considering the information, debating whether we told the entire truth. Or maybe that was just my conscience talking.
“Have you learned anything?” Ethan asked.
“Not really. There are a couple of shifters he’s stayed in contact with, but they haven’t seen him in several weeks.”
Because he was involved in something big, I suspected.
“I managed to get the address, and that’s it. They knew it by sight, but neither had been in. Caleb kept to himself.”
Ethan nodded. “You mentioned Franklin’s neighborhood was at the edge of Hellriver. La Douleur has relocated there. We paid it a visit.”
Gabriel’s eyes lifted to Ethan, then me. “Now, that’s a side of you I didn’t expect to see, Kitten.”
“And you never will see it,” Ethan said with a mirthless smile, then glanced at me. “Would you mind showing him the tattoo?”
