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Wyndewin business since before Dina was born. I have no idea…unless…” She turned accusing eyes on Aidan. Her nostrils flared and her lips thinned. “This is about you, isn’t it? Someone saw her today, thought she was yours and came after her to get at you. It’s the only thing that makes any sense.”
    Aidan had to admit it had crossed his mind as well. The timing was too much of a coincidence otherwise—and he didn’t believe in those. Sick though the idea made him, she was probably right. “Shit, not another traitor in my household.” He turned to Greg. “Where is Fianna? Weren’t you supposed to be watching her?”
    Fianna of the Meadow was a young Fae who had been Aidan’s private secretary until they’d discovered her involvement in the plot to overthrow the queen. As a punishment, she’d been stripped of all her powers and left in the human realm. Aidan had agreed to find her a menial job and keep her under surveillance. He’d turned that task over to the werewolves, who’d hired her as a waitress at their club.
    “She’s with Lana.” Greg poured another mug of coffee. “I checked in on her there as I was leaving the club.” Lana was a cousin of the Novak brothers and another wolf shifter. “They’ve been together all night, first at the New Moon. Later they watched some chick flick up in Lana’s apartment.” Fianna had been set up in one of the apartments in the old hotelbuilding above the club. Since Lana and Greg both lived in the building, they were able to keep a close eye on their charge. “Fianna was never out of sight of either me or Lana all night.”
    “Has she been in contact with any Fae?” There was something odd about Greg’s phrasing, but Aidan wasn’t going to worry about that now. He didn’t think his former secretary was stupid enough to be involved in this, but he had to ask. She’d seen Ric run a sword through her uncle—surely she’d gotten the idea that she’d been on the wrong side of the elven supremacy movement.
    Greg shook his head. “No. She doesn’t leave the building alone and we haven’t had any elves come into the bar except Ric once or twice.”
    “Downtown Detroit is too full of iron and salt for most Fae to feel comfortable.” Aidan had felt that near-painful tingle himself whenever he had business downtown. As the central part of the city consisted largely of decaying steel-framed buildings and warehouses built over abandoned salt mines, what few Fae passed through the metropolitan region tended to hang out in the suburbs. “That’s one reason we agreed to Fianna being there. Even stripped of her powers, it can’t be pleasant for her.”
    “She seems to be adjusting.” Greg stared down at his coffee. There was something about the werewolf’s expression—he wasn’t growing fond of Fianna, was he? That would make things awkward. “Once she wrapped her brain around the idea she was going to have to actually get her hands dirty for the first time in her spoiled little life, she started to settle in okay. I honestly can’t see how she could have had anything to do with this. She wasn’t even at the wedding. I don’t think she’s ever met Elise and I doubt she has a clue that Dina exists, let alone that she’s yours.” He looked up at Aidan as he spoke.
    “She isn’t his,” Elise insisted.
    Aidan ignored her outburst along with Greg’s skeptical snort. “I’m going upstairs,” he said. “Elise? Will you show me Dina’s bedroom?” While Wallis was better than Aidan at reading magic trails, Aidan simply needed to see the girl’s space for himself. Something deep inside his chest insisted she belonged to him.
    “Go ahead,” she grumbled. “Everyone else has.” She crossed her legs beneath her and lifted her tea. “I—I just don’t want to go up there right now.” She twitched nervously though, obviously anxious to be doing something.
    “Okay.” Aidan stood. Greg and Wallis both moved to come with him, but he shook