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to talk sometime.”
    “Appreciate the offer,” I said. “And I’d better get out there, because Mr. Cranky doesn’t always listen to Sadie. Or, you know…anyone.”
    Cobalt grinned. “Somehow, that does not surprise me.”
    We said goodbye, and I headed out of The Grotto convinced it’d be the last time I set foot in the place. It was kind of a shame, because I liked Cobalt and Will. And we could always use more resources. Or preferably, more friends.
    But there wasn’t a chance in hell Taeral would put up with that.
     
     

C HAPTER 6

     
    I figured when we got back to the Castle, Taeral would lecture me about keeping my mouth shut when I didn’t know anything, and probably rant about Uriskel a while for good measure. But apparently he was serious when he said he wouldn’t discuss it further.
    He did ask Sadie and me to wait in the parlor while he got Daoin. So he definitely wanted to talk about something—only not what just happened.
    The Castle was an abandoned hotel we’d kind of appropriated when we needed a home for a bunch of displaced Others. For the most part, we’d managed to clean the place up, restore electricity and running water, and furnish some of the common areas. Everyone had their own room and brought whatever they wanted into it. The Duchenes, our resident voodoo clan, had the whole top floor to themselves.
    Once they’d claimed rooms, no one else wanted to share the space.
    The old-fashioned parlor off the back of the hotel’s lobby had been remodeled into something that was part sitting room, part home theater. The front half contained a few tables and chairs, some bookshelves, and an old bar counter where Taeral stashed the occasional bottle of booze he was trying not to drink. At the back was a big-screen TV and DVD player, a mismatched collection of couches and chairs, and a few growing stacks of movies that everyone contributed to.
    Electricity we could get. Cable, not so much.
    It was still before noon, so we had the room to ourselves. Most of the residents at the Castle were night people. Including me—and this was far too early for so much drama. Sadie sat at the table next to the window, and I took the chair across from her. “Did he say anything to you about all that?” I said.
    “Not a thing. He’s never mentioned Uriskel before.”
    “Yeah, well, he never talked about Reun either.” The Seelie noble who’d helped Milus Dei destroy the Others’ previous home had shown up here about a month ago, begging for the privilege of serving Daoin. Before then, Taeral would only say that Reun was dangerous. We finally got the whole story when he came here—that he’d done some horrible things to Taeral and a lot of other Unseelie back in Arcadia, and that Daoin should’ve been his mortal enemy because he’d slept with Reun’s wife.
    Reun had somehow accidentally killed her for that, but not before she’d erased all of his memories that included her. So Reun convinced himself that Daoin was the key to restoring the good things about his three hundred-odd years of marriage.
    Unfortunately, Daoin had lost an entire lifetime of memories. Now Reun was practically glued to him, insisting that he had to protect him, and Taeral grudgingly tolerated his presence.
    Sadie frowned, tracing aimless circles on the table with a finger. “He doesn’t talk about Arcadia at all,” she said. “Not for as long as I’ve known him. I’m really worried about this plan of his.”
    “That makes two of us.”
    I’d only known I was the DeathSpeaker for a couple of months, and the job hadn’t come with an instruction manual. When it came to my abilities, I was basically winging it—and there were a few major problems. One, talking to the dead was painful. Especially if they didn’t want to chat. The dead couldn’t lie, and most of the corpses I’d spoken to hadn’t wanted to part with the truth. The harder they resisted, the more it hurt. And two, I couldn’t do it for long. I’d