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“But do you have any idea how to get to the arsenal now that Pearce can’t tell us?” Cait asked.
“Cael knows how,” I said. “I realized that the advanced weapons and technology only started appearing once he became First Immortal.”
“You’re sure?” asked Cait. “They could’ve been around longer than you realized.”
“When they sent Enforcers after me and Graham on Ash Island, they had nothing but regular pistols, and Keane’s men rummaged through their boat quite thoroughly. There was nothing strange around until after Cael had his title. I’d bet my life that he’s the one who ordered the weapons to be taken out.”
“Do you think you could persuade him to tell you what he knows?”
“Cael is not persuadable, but . . . he could potentially be tricked on the condition that he believes it will help him.”
“It seems like he’d be going back for more weapons then, as power-hungry as he is.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” I said. “If we find something, do you think you and Lachlan can get out of the city without getting captured?”
“I don’t know. I have Lady Lowery’s rank card, along with Lady Fitzroy’s, but it’s Lachlan I’m worried about. He has no rank card, but I suppose I could pay another visit to Zenitha.”
“See what you can do,” I said. “I want you both ready. I’ll work on getting information from Cael, and if I learn anything, I’ll let you know.”
Voices outside the shed alerted me to someone approaching.
I switched off the radio and peered through the gap around the wooden door.
Cael approached with a strut in his step, Graham close beside him carrying a small crate.
My heart leaped at the sight, but my mind feared whatever manipulation Cael was using against Graham.
I stepped back, realizing I was still in my white underclothing that had served as a nightgown. Oh well. It was the radio, more than my skin, that I was worried about hiding. I tucked it hurriedly behind my back.
Seconds later, the door opened.
For a moment, I considered running, but there would be no point, not until I got more information from Cael. And with Graham here, holding what looked like food in his arms, I had more reason to stay.
“You shouldn’t be up here,” said Cael with distaste in his voice.
“I didn’t realize I was a prisoner,” I said.
“Considering Sir Pearce has just been declared dead,” said Graham, his words sharp with disappointment, “you should be a prisoner.”
“Quiet,” Cael snapped. “Not up here.”
I was speechless. I couldn’t exactly disagree with Graham, not when I felt this guilty.
“Move.” Cael pointed toward the staircase, waiting for me to head back down to the dark. I went reluctantly, feeling like a sheep being herded by a dog.
I hated being bossed around by him, but seeing Graham under Cael’s control was even worse.
Chapter
Twenty-Four
Once in his lair,Cael lit a few oil lamps, illuminating the underground living room.
My father still hadn’t come out of his room.
Graham set a crate of croissants on the tea table and faced me. “So, does this mean you’re turning yourself in to the Academy, as promised?”
I bit my lip, saying nothing.
