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Initially I was reluctant, wanting to end the matter as quickly as possible, but, after speaking to you last night, I decided you might not be opposed to an unexpected visit. So I decided to be magnanimous and agree to the prosecution's request."
    "Won't it hurt your case if they find their witness?"
    "They won't. He's dead. Improper handling of a fire-swarm."
    "Firearm?"
    "No, fire-swarm."
    I shook my head and sat down at the table. Lucas placed two scones on a plate and brought it over. I waited until he took his first mouthful.
    "Okay, I'll bite. What's a fire-swarm and what did it do to your witness?"
    "Not my witness—"
    I tossed my napkin at him. His quarter-smile broadened to a grin and he launched into the story. That's one thing about being a lawyer to the supernatural. The pay is crap and the clientele can be lethal, but any time you take supernatural events and try to present them in a human courtroom, you're bound to get some great stories. This time, though, no story, no matter how amusing, could distract me from what Benicio had said. After the first few sentences, Lucas stopped.
    "Tell me what happened last night," he said.
    "Last—?" My mind slowly shifted gears. "Oh, the Coven thing. Well, I gave them my spiel, but it was pretty obvious they were more interested in not missing their dinner reservation."
    His gaze searched mine. "But that's not what's bothering you, is it?"
    I hesitated. "Your father came by earlier this morning."
    Lucas stopped, fingers tightening around his napkin. Again he searched my eyes, this time looking for some sign that I was making a very poor joke.
    "He sent his guards in first," I said. "Supposedly looking for you, but when I said you weren't here, he wanted to talk to me. I . . . I decided it was best to let him. I wasn't sure—we'd never discussed what I should do if—"
    "Because it shouldn't have happened. When he found I wasn't here, he shouldn't have insisted on speaking to you. I'm surprised he didn't already know—" He stopped, eyes meeting mine. "He knew I wasn't here, didn't he?"
    "Er, uh . . . I'm not sure really."
    Lucas's mouth tightened. He shoved back his chair, strode into the front hall, and pulled his cell phone from his jacket. Before he could dial out, I leaned into the hall and lifted a hand to stop him.
    "If you're going to call him, I'd better tell you what he wanted or he's going to think I refused to pass along the message."
    "Yes, of course." Lucas tucked the cell phone into his pocket, then pinched the bridge of his nose, lifting his glasses with the motion. "I'm sorry, Paige. This wasn't supposed to happen. Had I thought he might come here, I would have forewarned you, but no one from my father's organization was supposed to contact you or Savannah. He gave me his word—"
    "It was fine," I said, managing a smile. "Short and sweet. He just wanted me to tell you he's got another of those cases that might interest us—well, you."
    Lucas frowned and I knew he'd caught my slip.
    "He said it would interest both of us," I said. "But he meant you. He was just throwing in the 'us' part to pique my curiosity. You know, get the new girlfriend intrigued and maybe she'll pester you to give in."
    "What did he say?"
    I told him Benicio's story. When I finished, Lucas closed his eyes and shook his head.
    "I can't believe he'd—no, I can believe he'd do that. I should have warned you."
    Lucas paused, then steered me back into the kitchen.
    "I'm sorry," he said. "These last few months haven't been easy for you, and I don't want you affected by this part of my life any more than necessary. I know I'm the reason you can't find any witches to join your Coven."
    "That's got nothing to do with it. I'm young and I haven't proven myself—well, not beyond proving that I can get kicked out of the Coven. But whatever their hang-ups, it's got nothing to do with you."
    A small, wan smile. "Your lying hasn't improved."
    "Well, it doesn't matter. If they don't want—" I shook