"So what brings you and Christopher here?' asked Blake. He finished a glass of something amber colored and set it down beside the new drink.
"Christian,' said Christian.
"We were talking about my aunt earlier,' said Adrian. Again, he managed to sound very conversational, but no matter how much he might want to clear my name, delving into the details of Tatiana's murder obviously bothered him.
Blake's smile diminished a little. "How depressing. For both of you.' That was directed to Adrian and Lissa. Christian might as well have not existed. "Sorry about Hathaway too,' he added to Lissa alone. "I've heard how upset you've been. Who'd have seen that coming?'
Lissa realized he was referring to how she'd been pretending to be angry and hurt by me. "Well,' she said bitterly. "I guess you just don't know people. There were a million clues beforehand. I just didn't pay attention.'
"You must be upset too,' said Christian. "We heard you and the queen were kind of close.'
Blake's grin returned. "Yeah ... we knew each other pretty well. I'm going to miss her. She might have seemed cold to some people, but believe me, she knew how to have a good time.' Blake glanced at Adrian. "You must have known that.'
"Not in the way you did.' Adrian paused to take a sip of his own drink. I think he needed it to restrain any snippy remarks, and honestly, I didn't begrudge him it. I actually admired his self-control. If I'd been in his place, I would have long since punched Blake. "Or Ambrose.'
Blake's pretty smile transformed into a full-fledged scowl. "Him? That blood whore? He didn't deserve to be in her presence. I can't even believe they let him stay at Court.'
"He actually thinks you killed the queen.' Lissa then added hastily, "Which is ridiculous when all the evidence proves Rose did it.' Those hadn't been Ambrose's exact words, but she wanted to see if she could elicit a reaction. She did.
"He thinks what?' Yes. Definitely no smile now. Without it, Blake suddenly didn't seem as good-looking as earlier. "That lying bastard! I have an alibi, and he knows it. He's just pissed off because she liked me better.'
"Then why'd she keep him around?' asked Christian, face almost angelic. "Weren't you enough?'
Blake fixed him with a glare while finishing the new drink in nearly one gulp. Almost by magic, the bartender appeared with another. Blake nodded his thanks before continuing. "Oh, I was more than enough. More than enough for a dozen women, but I didn't fool around on the side like he did.'
Adrian's expression was growing increasingly pained at each mention of Tatiana's sex life. Still, he played his role. "I suppose you're talking about Ambrose's other girl- friends? " "Yup. But "girl' is kind of extreme. They were all older, and honestly, I think they paid him. Not that your mom needed to pay anyone,' added Blake. "I mean, she's actually pretty hot. But you know, she couldn't really be with him in any real way.'
It seemed to take all of them a moment to follow what Blake was alluding to. Adrian caught on first. "What did you just say?'
"Oh.' Blake looked legitimately surprised, but it was hard to say if it was an act. "I thought you knew. Your mom and Ambrose ... well, who could blame her? With your dad? Though just between you and me, I think she could have done better.' Blake's tone implied exactly whom he thought Daniella could have done better with.
In Lissa's vision, Adrian's aura flared red. "You son of a bitch!' Adrian was not the fighting type, but there was a first time for everything--and Blake had just crossed a serious line. "My mom was not cheating on my dad. And even if she was ... she sure as hell wouldn't have to pay for it.'
Blake didn't seem fazed, but maybe things would have been different if Adrian actually had hit him. Lissa rested her hand on Adrian's arm and squeezed it gently. "Easy,' she murmured. I felt the smallest tingle of calming compulsion move from her into him. Adrian recognized it immediately and pulled his arm back, giving her a look that said he didn't appreciate her "help.'
"I thought you didn't like your dad,' said Blake, utterly clueless that his news might be upsetting. "And besides, don't get all pissy at me. I wasn't sleeping with her. I'm just telling you what I heard. Like I said, if you want to start accusing random people, go after someone like Ambrose.'
Lissa jumped in to keep Adrian from saying anything. "How many women? Do you know who else he was involved with?'
"Three others.' Blake ticked off names on his hand. "Marta Drozdov and Mirabel Conta. Wait. That's two. I was thinking with Daniella; that's three. But then, that's four with the queen. Yeah, four.'
Lissa didn't concern herself with Blake's faulty math skills, though it did support Adrian's previous "idiot' claims. Marta Drozdov was a semi-notorious royal who had taken to traveling the world in her old age. By Lissa's estimation, Marta was hardly in the U.S. most of the year, let alone Court. She didn't seem invested enough to murder Tatiana. As for Mirabel Conta ... she was notorious in a different way. She was known for sleeping with half the guys at Court, married or otherwise. Lissa didn't know her well, but Mirabel had never seemed overly interested in any one guy.
"Sleeping with other women wouldn't really give him a motive for killing the queen,' pointed out Lissa.
"No,' agreed Blake. "Like I said, it's obvious that Hathaway girl did it.' He paused. "Damned shame too. She's pretty hot. God, that body. Anyway, if Ambrose had killed her, he'd have done it because he was jealous of me, because Tatiana liked me better. Not because of all those other women he was doing.'
"Why wouldn't Ambrose just kill you?' asked Christian. "Makes more sense.'