Lissa said nothing, but I heard her thoughts loud and clear. She'd been pleased and surprised when Grant and Serena--the guardians who had replaced Dimitri and me-- had offered to teach Lissa and Christian basic defense moves. Lissa had thought she'd simply stumbled onto a progressive-thinking guardian, not realizing she had one of the pioneers in teaching combat to Moroi.
Some piece of this was important, she and I were both certain, though neither of us could make the connection. Lissa puzzled it over, not protesting when Adrian and Christian threw in some questions of their own. Ambrose was still clearly offended by the inquisition, but he answered everything with forced patience. He had alibis, and his affection and regard for Tatiana never wavered. Lissa believed him, though Christian and Adrian still seemed skeptical.
"Everyone's been all over me about her death,' said Ambrose, "but nobody questioned Blake very long.'
"Blake?' asked Lissa.
"Blake Lazar. Someone else she was ...'
"Involved with?' suggested Christian, rolling his eyes.
"Him?' exclaimed Adrian in disgust. "No way. She wouldn't stoop that low.'
Lissa racked her brain through the Lazar family but couldn't peg the name. There were just too many of them. "Who is he?'
"An idiot,' said Adrian. "Makes me look like an upstanding member of society.'
That actually brought a smile to Ambrose's face. "I agree. But he's a pretty idiot, and Tatiana liked that.' I heard affection in his voice as he spoke her name.
"She was sleeping with him too?' Lissa asked. Adrian winced at the mention of his great-aunt's sex life, but a whole new world of possibilities had opened up. More lovers meant more suspects. "How did you feel about that?'
Ambrose's amusement faded. He gave her a sharp look. "Not jealous enough to kill her, if that's what you're getting at. We had an understanding. She and I were close-- yes, "involved'--but we both saw other people too.'
"Wait,' said Christian. I had the feeling he was really enjoying this now. Tatiana's murder was no joke, but a soap opera was definitely unfolding before them. "You were sleeping with other people too? This is getting hard to follow.'
Not for Lissa. In fact, it was becoming clearer and clearer that Tatiana's murder could have been a crime of passion, rather than anything political. Like Abe had said, someone with access to her bedroom was a likely suspect. And some woman jealous over sharing a lover with Tatiana? That was perhaps the most convincing motive thus far--if only we knew the women.
"Who?' Lissa asked. "Who else were you seeing?' "No one who'd kill her,' said Ambrose sternly. "I'm not giving you names. I'm entitled to some privacy--so are they.'
"Not if one of them was jealous and killed my aunt,' growled Adrian. Joshua had looked down on Adrian for not "protecting' me, but in that moment, defending his aunt's honor, he looked as fierce as any guardian or Keeper warrior. It was kind of sexy.
"None of them killed her, I'm certain,' said Ambrose. "And as much as I despise him, I don't think Blake did either. He's not smart enough to pull it off and frame Rose.' Ambrose gestured to the door. His teeth were clenched, and lines of frustration marred his handsome face. "Look, I don't know what else I can say to convince you. I need to get back in there. I'm sorry if I seem difficult, but this has been kind of hard on me, okay? Believe me, I'd love it if you could find out who did that to her.' Pain flashed through his eyes. He swallowed and looked down for a moment, as though he didn't want them to know just how much he'd cared about Tatiana. When he looked up again, his expression was fierce and determined again. "I want you to and will help if I can. But I'm telling you, look for someone with political motives. Not romantic ones.'
Lissa still had a million more questions. Ambrose might be convinced the murder was free of jealousy and sex, but she wasn't. She would have really liked the names of his other women but didn't want to push too hard. For a moment, she considered compelling him as she had Joe. But no. She wouldn't cross that line again, especially with someone she considered a friend. At least not yet. "Okay,' she said reluctantly. "Thank you. Thank you for helping us.'
Ambrose seemed surprised at her politeness, and his face softened. "I'll see if I can dig up