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They were assembled in the main room. Everett and Cash leaning lazily against the fireplace with cigars. The rest of the clan exuding nervous energy and plenty of anticipation.
Georgia joined Everett and Cash, while Alexei and Theo slipped into the back. Connor and I cut straight through the middle of the room, to the shock, surprise, and fury of several clan members.
There were outbursts from shifters, and I caught “blade” and “bitch” thrown around by some of them. I glanced back over my shoulder, met every gaze in turn, and dared them to step forward. To transform talk into action. And knew that none of them would.
“Quite a dramatic entrance,” Cash said, then puffed on the cigar. “You want points for flair and originality?”
“We have an update,” Connor said, voice flat and all pretense of politeness gone. And then he laid it out.
“Beyo, John, Zane, and Marcus,” Connor said. “Members of your clan who’ve become interested in a cult called the Sons of Aeneas bought magic from the spellseller in Grand Bay in order to change themselves into more powerful creatures. They did that in order to punish Loren for his harassment of Paisley and his role in her death. The magic turned them into human-wolf hybrids, and they’re responsible for the recent attacks, Loren’s death, the Stone farm attack.”
Behind us, the crowd erupted with noise. I didn’t turn around, but could feel their anger at my back, the magic as hot as fire.
Everett’s face showed every expression—shock, disbelief, anger. Cash remained stoic, his only movements the occasional puff of his cigar.
“That’s quite a story,” Cash said, raising his voice to be heard over the crowd. “And an interesting way to turn attention from you and your...paramour,” he said, giving me a look so twisted with loathing and lasciviousness, it made my skin crawl, “to the clan.”
He stubbed out the cigar in a glass ashtray on the high mantle, then turned to Connor, hands on his hips. “In other words, you blame us for the crisis. That’s not going to release you from the Obsideo.”
“We blame no one,” Connor said. “We’re just presenting the facts.”
Cash snorted. “The facts always depend on who’s telling thetale. You have actual, biological proof that Zane and the others turned into these ‘hybrids’?”
Connor arched an eyebrow. “Four members of your clan were present at the attack and saw the hybrids.”
“And saw no transformation.”
“Beyo transformed on a public street in town,” I said, and Cash just rolled his eyes.
“Beyo is unconscious and hasn’t told his side of the story. Bring me a clan witness, and we’ll talk.”
“You want DNA samples?” Connor asked.
“I’m asking you for anything other than this tall tale you’re dumping at my door. Look, Zane’s a problem child. We know it. We’ll deal with it. But there is absolutely zero chance he pulled something like this off.”
“And his visit to the spellseller?”
“You think a two-bit, third-rate sorceress is telling you the truth?” Cash’s laugh was a humorless bark. “She sells garbage from China and has no appreciable skills.”
“Okay,” Connor said, crossing his arms. “I’ll bite. What’s your theory?”
“I have no idea,” Cash said. “But all this started when you walked in that door. I don’t know what kind of witchcraft you brought into our home. I won’t let you turn this clan against itself. I won’t let you use it to win political points with your father”—he looked at me again—“or the Houses.”
Casually, he put an arm on the mantle. “We’ll see what Beyo has to say. Then we’ll know the truth, at least as far as Beyo is capable of giving it.”
“And if someone dies in the meantime?” Connor asked.
Cash’s gaze was hard and brutal. “Then we’ll wonder how you managed to predict what would happen. You want to be released from the Obsideo, I suggest you go back to the drawing board.”
***
We walked out of the lodge, assembled again in the clearing near the horseshoe pit.
“He’s using you to cement his own power,” Theo said. “Clever. Dickish but clever.”
“Yeah,” Connor said. “It’s not a bad spin for short-term thinking. Spin the problem as caused by us, or complicated by us, or unresolved by us. Problem is, it falls apart in the long term.”
“Because the clan falls apart in the long term,” Georgia said grimly.
