“Precisely,” Jada said. “I think Ryodan published the first two that betrayed me and Mac.”
“It sounds like something he would do,” Christian agreed. “Hunted women are easier to control.”
“Whoever is behind WeCare is the one who published those dailies,” Ryodan growled. “That’s who you need to be looking for.”
“And who the bloody hell is behind WeCare?” Christian said.
“Don’t look at me,” Ryodan said.
“Well, it’s not me,” I said. “Remember, I got targeted.”
“Enough!” Jada said, pushing herself up to her full height, which never failed to startle me. She was taller than me now. “We’re not devolving into our customary bickering. I didn’t fight so hard to get back here only to lose my world. If you are incapable of focus,” she gestured at the door, “leave. Now.”
I didn’t hear a word she said. The moment she’d stood, a glint of silver against the stark black of her outfit had caught my eye. While she’d been seated, I couldn’t see it. My tongue was useless for a few seconds, thickened by shock. I was able to focus on one thing only. “What are you doing with the sword?” I demanded.
“The same thing I always did with it. Killing Unseelie.”
“You said you lost it!”
“I said no such thing. You said I lost it. I said I knew precisely where it was.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You played me.”
“You assumed. I didn’t correct you. It’s not my job to correct you. The spear was useless in your hands. It’s useful where it is now.”
“You took Mac’s spear?” Barrons said. “When you already had the sword, leaving her defenseless?”
“You’re talking to Dani, Barrons,” Ryodan murmured. “Remember that.”
“Really?” I snapped at Ryodan. “Because I thought she was sounding a lot like you.”
“I’m Jada,” she said to Ryodan. “And don’t try to protect me. I stopped needing you a long time ago.”
“Stopped,” Ryodan echoed.
“Not that I ever did,” she corrected.
“I don’t care who she is,” Barrons growled. “I gave Mac the spear. It’s hers and no one else’s.”
I shot him a curious look. You didn’t like me carrying it. You said so yourself.
He shot back, Far more than someone else carrying a weapon that can harm you. While I believe Jada won’t use the sword against you, I have no such faith in the sidhe-seers. Untenable risk.
“I gave her the cuff of Cruce,” Jada said. “She can also make herself invisible when she so chooses. Clearly, however, she can’t color her hair. Still, she is hardly defenseless.”
My hand went to my hair. “It’s paint,” I said stiffly, “because someone printed a daily that set the Guardians on me, shooting at me. They invaded BB&B and sprayed everything with red paint, and no, I can’t make myself invisible when I want to. That was the Sinsar Dubh, not me.”
Jada said acerbically, “So it is controlling you.”
I snapped, “That’s not what I—”
My hair shot straight up as a small tornado blew past me. I was talking to thin air.
Jada was gone. So was Barrons.
I glanced at Ryodan. Then he was gone, too.
I heard a high whining sound as if they were all snarling or shouting much faster than my brain could process as they faded down the hall.
Then silence.
We were alone in Jada’s study.
I looked at Christian, who was looking at Dancer. Dancer was staring at the door, looking worried. The three of us stood in silence until Christian said, “I’ve a corpse to find while that bastard’s otherwise occupied,” and vanished.
Dancer shook his head and slowly turned his gaze to me. “How do you expect us to save the world if we can’t even stay in the same room together for five minutes?”
“We just need to work a few things out first,” I said irritably. “We’ll get there.”
“The black holes don’t give a rat’s arse about our ‘things.’ And she’s right about the spear. Word on the street is no one was killing Unseelie. Why weren’t you out there?”