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the country’s AAM members, and humans’ fascination with Ethan, Scott Grey, and Morgan Greer,who headed Grey House and Navarre House, had ballooned again.
    It was a strange new world.
    “So, not to interrupt the mirth making,” Mallory said, “but there’s actually a reason we asked you guys to come outtonight.”
    “Who says ‘mirth making’?” Catcher asked.
    “I do, Sarcastasaurus.” She elbowed him, with a grin. “And we’re here for a reason?”
    “Okay, okay,” he said. “But I’m going to need that on a T-shirt.”
    “I was just thinking that,” I said. “And you’re making me nervous. What’s going on?”
    Catcher nodded. “Well, as it turns out—”
    As it turned out, Catcher was interrupted byan explosion of noise, our phones beeping wildly in obvious warning.
    I got to mine first, saw Luc’s number, switched it to speaker. “Merit.”
    Luc’s nose loomed on the screen. “Sorry to interrupt date night.”
    I grimaced at the image. “Step back from the camera. We don’t need to see your sinuses.”
    “Sorry,” he said, leaning back so his nose moved back into proper perspective, rightin the middle of his very charming face, which was surrounded by tousled blond-brown curls. “You’re alone?”
    “We’re with Catcher and Mallory,” I said, then glanced around to ensure that no curious humans were eavesdropping. “We can talk. What’s going on?”
    “Media vans at the House. Four of them. Mess of reporters, all gathered at the gate, ready and waiting.” Luc’s pause, matchedwith hisdrawn expression, made me nervous. “They’re asking questions about Balthasar.”
    We went quiet enough to hear the strains of a lone saxophone being played near the pier, probably a song being sold for tourists’ cash.
    “What questions?” Ethan asked.
    “They’re asking about a supposed reunion,” Luc said. The answer made T. S. Eliot echo alarmingly in my head.
This is the way the world ends.
    Ethan’s reaction was as hot and fast as Luc’s had been cautious.
    “Double the guards on the gate,” Ethan said. “We’re on our way.”
    I wanted to argue with him, to tell him he’d be safer staying put than running toward whatever reunion this Balthasar had planned. But Ethan was a stubborn and careful man. He wouldn’t leave the House to face danger without him, and certainly not when thedanger was a monster from Ethan’s own past. Ethan still hadn’t forgotten the things he’d done when he was with Balthasar, or forgiven himself for his own complicity. He was still looking for redemption. And he’d meet that opportunity head-on.
    We said our good-byes, and I tucked the phone into my pocket again, tried to mentally prepare myself for what we might face—what Ethan might have toface, and the emotional storm that might rip through both of us.
    And then I looked at Mallory and Catcher, remembering they’d been on the verge of making their own announcement.
    “Go,” Catcher said, even as Mallory began stuffing food back into the picnic basket. She was playing the trouper, but I could see the frustration in her eyes. “You want us with you?”
    Ethan shook his head. “There’sno point in dragging you intothis debacle. Balthasar is dead; this is someone else’s ploy for attention.”
    Catcher nodded. “I’ll tell Chuck, put him on alert just in case.”
    “Be careful,” Mallory said, and squeezed me into a hug.
    “I will,” I said, searching her gaze for answers, and finding none. “You’re okay?”
    “I’m fine. We can talk about this later. Take care of your House first.
Go
,” she said when I hadn’t moved, and turned me toward the street.
    We went, jogging back toward Grand and the tall man with blond hair who waited for us in front of a glossy black Range Rover with a license plate that read CADOGAN . He wore a trim black suit and a sleek black tie, hands clasped in front of him.
    “Sire,” he said, bowing his head. Brody was a Cadogan House guard who’d