Keeley had to clear his throat before he could speak. “He claims to be Prince Magnus.”
A prince?
Then he wouldn’t be alone.
Royals always traveled with guards.
“They retreated from the world centuries ago,” he muttered. “Why would they return now?”
The imp returned the phone to his back pocket. “There’re a dozen rumors, but no actual facts.”
“Where is he?”
Keeley grimaced. “At the home of the Anasso.”
The Anasso? Anthony lifted his brows. Things were getting stranger and stranger.
He didn’t like strange any more than he liked sarcasm.
“He’s with the vampires?”
“So it would seem.”
Anthony paced toward the priceless Botticelli painting that hung on the back wall, silently contemplating his next move.
He wasn’t a narcissist. He didn’t believe that everything that happened in the world had something to do with him.
Then again, he wasn’t stupid.
The return of the Chatri after so many years had the potential to ruin everything he’d worked so hard to achieve. He had to know if they intended to cause trouble.
He considered various ruses that might lure the Chatri to Ireland, only to dismiss them. He couldn’t wait and hope the powerful fey might choose to arrive on his doorstep.
He needed to know now what they were planning.
The sooner the better.
“Bring him to me,” he softly commanded, turning back to meet the imp’s horrified gaze.
“What?”
Anthony picked a piece of lint off the sleeve of his smoking jacket, waiting for the imp to gather his composure.
“I believe you heard me,” he at last murmured.
“Why me?”
“You have a connection to Styx, don’t you?”
Keeley made a strangled sound, clearly not overjoyed at the promise of being reunited with his vampire friends.
“Not one that’s likely to endear me to him,” he managed to choke out. “He blamed my cousin Damocles for the destruction of the previous Anasso and he won’t have forgotten that I was related to him. He’ll kill me if I return to America.”
“Nonsense.” Anthony clicked his tongue. The fey, even half fey were annoyingly dramatic. “If he wanted you dead, you’d be dead.”
“But—”
“Keeley, find a way to make him invite you into his home,” he interrupted, his voice deceptively gentle. “I need to know if they’ve somehow managed to discover my plans.”