“So that group was probably especially pissed when he got the House,” I guessed.
“They were,” Malik said. “The faction only strengthened—because now they had something specific to be pissed about, particularly when he appointed Nadia as his Second.”
“She didn’t have a position in the House before that,” Ethan explained. “She was Russian, had protected her sister during the revolution. She was fearless. She was not a bad pick for Second, but nor was she the most connected to the pro-Celina contingent.”
“So now he’s appointed Irina to keep that contingent happy,” I suggested, and paused to consider Morgan’s difficult history as Master. He’d had the Circle to contend with, and now I realized he had also been trying to prevent Celina’s supporters from revolting.
“What a mess,” I said.
lked to the middle of the courtyard, away from as many prying ears as possible. Unable to resist, I reached down and skimmed fingers over soft, thick grass, comforted by the confirmation that spring was on its way.
When I rose again, Malik’s eyes were on me, concern tightening the corners of his eyes. “You’re all right?”
Luc must have called him. I nodded, but the mere fact of his asking was nearly enough to move me to tears again. “I’m okay.”
“The attack was psychic?”
Ethan nodded.
Malik’s eyebrows lifted with interest. “Does that match your memories of him?” he asked Ethan.
“I knew him as ‘strong,’ sometimes frighteningly so. And always with a sensual bent.”
Malik nodded.
“Tell me about Navarre,” Ethan said.
“I’ve only reviewed the first layer, but it’s bad enough. Celina did no favors for the House; Navarre and the Circle are entwined as intimately as lovers.”
“So not just debts?”
“Not just,” Malik said. “The House certainly owes money, including several large promissory notes. As Morgan suggested, Celina was not well accustomed to thrift. She had excellent taste, and liked to dabble in the finer things. She got some return on her investment—she purchased some art and antiques that have retained their value—but much was spent on consumables. Clothing. Shoes. A very well-stocked wine cellar. We’re still determining the full scope. Celina and Carlos are both dead, and she apparently didn’t confide in anyone else about her arrangements.”
“The Circle just kept giving her the money?” I asked.
“Considering the interest rates we’ve seen so far,” Malik said darkly, “it was a good strategy for them.”
I couldn’t argue with that.
“And beyond the debt?” Ethan asked.
“She gave limited powers of attorney over several of the House’s investments and bank accounts to a variety of questionable corporate entities, and put some House properties in trust for the benefit of others. I’d bet all of them are connected to the Circle.”
“Can you get the list of companies to Mr. Merit? Perhaps the CPD can use them to ID the Circle’s members.”
“Of course. But I expect linking them will be difficult.” Malik rubbed the back of his head. It wasn’t even his House, but his concern was obvious. “They look like anonymous LLCs—limited liability companies—and the names are all random three-letter acronyms. FAH, GLR, OMQ, that kind of thing. You take that much care to set up bogus LLCs, you’re probably pretty good at laundering the money that comes out of them. It would take time to unravel.”
Ethan nodded. “We’ll leave that to the CPD.”
“How long has this been going on?” I asked.
“She began incurring the debts approximately seven years ago—or that’s the earliest we’ve seen so far.”
“Before she outed vampires,” I realized, and Malik nodded.
“She was fairly social, as you know. Morgan has suggested she might have made a connection to the Circle that way, through some social engagement or other. The Circle would have known much about the House’s operation—and probably about the existence of vampires well before she announced it to the rest of the city.”
We considered that silently. “Is that why she outed us?” I wondered. “Because the Circle forced her hand? Blackmail, maybe?”