“Ethan said he was feeling restless,” Wade said. “Faerie magic is not comfortable for us. Ethan tolerated it less well than others.”

“So was he followed outside, or did the killer just take the opportunity that presented itself?” I wondered.

“And was the killer already here under some pretext, or did he follow us and lie in wait?” Wade said. He turned to speak to the other two. “Collect the remains and search for clues.”

He beckoned me closer, and we moved slightly away from the rest of the pack. “Have you any theories, Madeline Black?”

I shook my head. “I can’t figure out the killer’s motivation. Is someone trying to sabotage your negotiations with Amarantha? If they are, there are more effective ways of doing that. It would be difficult to connect the deaths in Chicago with the faeries seeing as they did not occur in Amarantha’s kingdom. Why were your pack mates out alone in the city, anyway?”

“We had come to the city for another purpose. Both times our pack mates were called on their cell phones and left quickly. Neither time did they indicate who had called them or why.”

“So they were lured by someone. Do you have enemies that could do this?”

Wade grinned, and it was more the showing of teeth than a pleasant smile. “Our oldest and most determined enemy has long been your grandfather Lucifer.”

“Oh,” I said, not knowing what to say. I kind of wanted to apologize for my bloodline, but I resisted the urge. “But have you found any evidence that the deaths are related to Lucifer?”

“Sadly, no,” Wade replied. “But then, there is no evidence that it isn’t Lucifer. There is no evidence of any kind to incriminate anyone. And before you ask, yes, there are other packs with which we have grievances.”

“So it could have nothing to do with the fallen or the faeries and have everything to do with a pack argument.”

Wade nodded. “Yes, that could be. But if it is pack related, the wolves must be getting magical assistance from another party. Werewolves have the magic to shift from one form to another. We are incredibly strong and heal quickly, but we do not have the ability to spellcast as you and some other creatures do. A wolf attacking another wolf would leave traces of itself behind—in scent, in rent flesh and fur. If another pack is attacking us, then someone is following behind to ensure that no evidence is left behind, and that someone is using magic.”

I rubbed my forehead. “Why is it that the more we talk about it, the more complicated it becomes? If there’s no evidence, how are we going to find the killer and stop him?”

“Him?” Wade said. “How do you know it is a him?”

I shrugged. “I assumed, I guess. Somehow I tend not to think of women as being this cruel.”

And the deaths were cruel. It was one thing to kill—out of need, out of self-defense—but this was not simple murder. The killer had clearly taken a rapacious enjoyment in shredding the victim into pieces.

“If you think that a female is not capable of this, then you have obviously not spent enough time with Amarantha,” Wade said.

“Well, that’s comforting,” I muttered. “Speaking of the queen, are you going to tell her about this? I’m kind of surprised the whole castle isn’t out here gaping.”

“I am not surprised. Faeries are generally reluctant to involve themselves in situations not to their advantage.”

“So there could be a witness somewhere inside the castle, but we’ll never know because the faerie wouldn’t see the advantage in telling us?”

“That is correct,” Wade replied.

“Do you know how much I hate it here?” I muttered.

Wade laughed, a giant belly laugh that boomed through the courtyard. “Even if you are the granddaughter of Lucifer, I like you, Madeline Black.”

I smiled back. It was hard not to like the big burly wolf.

He nodded to me, sobering. “I must assist my pack in the burial of our brother. Until we meet again. En Taro Adun!”

He turned and walked away before I had a chance to ask him what on earth “En Taro Adun” meant.

Beezle fluttered up. “Have we had enough excitement for one night yet?”

“Oh, yeah,” I replied. “Snacks?”

“Only if you brought something good. I’m not eating any of those granola bars.”

“Right, because a vitamin might enter your bloodstream and then your whole system would go into shock.”

We walked back into the castle through a side door. I was forced to ask one of the servants for directions back to my room. He wordlessly beckoned us to follow him.

After another twisting and turning adventure through the maze that was Amarantha’s castle, we came to our room. I was looking forward to swallowing one of Beezle’s hated granola bars, showering the gore and dirt off me and collapsing into bed. But as soon as I opened the door, I realized I wasn’t going to get my wish anytime soon.

Nathaniel stood in the middle of the room with his arms crossed and a furious look on his face.

“Where in the four hells have you been, and why are you covered in blood?”

12

“UH, I THINK I MIGHT TAKE A FLY OUT TO THE BALCONY I saw down the way,” Beezle said. “Back in a little while.”

He flew back out the door and pulled it shut behind him. Traitor.

“What are you doing in here?” I snapped back. I was tired, I was filthy, and I was in absolutely no mood for Nathaniel. “I thought I locked that door.”