The werewolf bared his teeth.
"Enough." Isabella rose and walked away. Her wolves followed. A moment and we were alone.
"What happened at dinner?" I asked once they were out of earshot.
"Lorelei sat next to Curran," Barabas said.
"In my chair?"
"Yes."
Curran had lied to me. The realization hit me like a punch to the stomach.
He came into Desandra's room, lay next to me, held me, and told me I didn't have to worry about Lorelei, all after she sat in my chair at dinner. He had to know exactly what kind of signal it would send to everyone else. She had literally taken my place and he allowed it.
The Universe spun out of control. I struggled to hold on to it. I had to finish this. I couldn't drop everything and search Curran out so I could punch him in the face. No matter how much I wanted to do it. No matter how much it hurt.
I managed to make some words happen. "And you didn't think to mention it?"
Barabas sighed. "I didn't want to upset you. I didn't expect them to be so blunt. They don't want to answer the questions, so they're trying to exploit any weaknesses."
Curran lied to me. I tried to wrap my mind around it and couldn't. All my life, first Voron, then Greg had taught me to trust no one. Trust, intimacy, complete honesty with another human being wasn't for me. It was a luxury someone with my blood couldn't afford. I ignored it all and trusted him. I trusted him so completely, that even now, faced with evidence of his betrayal, I was looking for possible explanations. Maybe it was part of some plan he lied about having. Maybe . . .
I stomped on that thought and crushed it into pieces. I had a job to do. I would deal with this later. I stuffed those sharp shards into the same dark place where I stuffed everything. They scoured me on their way down. My storage capacity for the problems I couldn't handle was getting full. Not much more would fit.
"What's next?" I asked.
"The Volkodavi," Barabas said.
"Lead on."
The Volkodavi met me in their rooms, in a large common area. Vitaliy, the head of the clan and Radomil's brother, shook my hand. Like Radomil, he was tall and blond. He was handsome but lacked the near perfection of his brother.
I sat in a chair. Radomil sat across from me.
"Where is Ivanna?" I asked.
"She'll be here," Vitaliy said.
I asked them the same set of questions and got much the same responses. Yes, they were in their quarters; no, they couldn't account for their whereabouts; and they didn't do anything to help or check on Desandra. Radomil wanted to go but Vitaliy stopped him, because Desandra was a nice girl but she wasn't worth getting hurt over.
"Look," Radomil told me in broken English. "We don't mind talking to you, but it's not going to help. You and the Wilson girl, it's made things complicated. You not married."
Like dragging a cheese grater across my soul. Yes, I know, I'm not married. Yes, Lorelei sat next to Curran at dinner. I'm irrelevant, I'm human, I'm being replaced . . . "Can I see Ivanna, please?"
Vitaliy sighed and called, "Ivanna!"
A moment later Ivanna walked into the room. She looked exactly how I remembered her-a slender blond woman-except for the left side of her face. Scaly dark patches of damaged skin covered her left temple, disappearing under her hair.
"What happened to your face?" I asked.
Ivanna waved her arm. As she moved, her hair shifted, and I caught a better glimpse: the scaly blotches covered the entire left side of her face, from the temple down over her cheek and neck, barely missing her eyes and lips. Her cheekbone had lost some of its sharpness too, its lines smoothed. I'd seen this before-her bones had been crushed by blunt trauma and Lyc-V was in the process of rebuilding it layer by layer.
"It's stupid," Ivanna said. "We have a fireplace in the room. I was really tired after the hunt and Radomil and Vitaliy came into my room and decided to argue with each other. Vitaliy was waving his arms."
"I got excited," Vitaliy said.
"He knocked my jewelry stand into the fireplace. I yelled at them, went to fish my necklace out, and accidentally pressed the ignition. A fire flared and burned me. At least I had put my hair up for the night or I would be bald."
Bullshit. That was a chemical burn, complete with a spray pattern. She was lying through her teeth. Either she was stupid, or she thought I was really stupid, or she just didn't care. I was betting on the latter. She and everyone else in the room knew that without a clear, indisputable smoking gun I couldn't force her to do anything.
"That's terrible," I said.
"It will heal in a couple of days. Is there anything else you wanted?"
"Yes. We have reason to believe that the creatures who attacked Desandra are hiding here in the castle. We've developed a blood test that lets us identify these creatures."
Vitaliy, Radomil, and Ivanna stared at me, their faces so carefully neutral that it had to be a controlled exertion of will.
"Would you be willing to provide us with a blood sample?"
"No," Vitaliy said slowly. "Blood has too much power."
"We don't want to be cursed." Radomil shook his head.
"Thank you for coming," Ivanna said. "You're not a bad person. We're sorry your man is being so unfair."
We left. As we walked away, Mahon rested his hand on my shoulder. It was a quiet, almost fatherly gesture.
"Did you see their faces?" I asked.
"We got a reaction," Barabas said. "I don't know what it means, but we got one."
Jarek Kral was my last stop. The Obluda pack occupied the northern side of the castle. I knew exactly what was coming.
"He'll try to provoke you," Barabas said.
"I know." If I gave Jarek any pretext to attack me, he would be overjoyed.
"Don't react, Kate," Barabas murmured.
"I know."
"If he touches you, you can touch back," Mahon said.
Oh yes. I will. You can be sure I will.
We turned the corner. A long hallway unrolled before us, the light from the windows painting light rectangles on the floor. Men milled about in the hallway. One, two . . . twelve. Jarek had pulled most of his pack out of their beds to give me a proper welcome.
Jarek's shapeshifters stared at me. Some openly leered. A dark-haired, older shapeshifter on the left stuck his tongue out and wiggled it. Wasn't he a charmer.
Your tongue's too long. Come closer, I'll fix it for you.
I kept walking, Barabas and Mahon behind me. The anger and hurt inside me crystallized into an icy cage. I hid inside it, using it as my armor. Whatever punches Jarek Kral threw at me, they wouldn't breach it. The ice was too thick.