"No." This time there was an edge of anger in his voice. "I am not here to alter the hand fate has dealt to any of those people inside."
"Not unless it had something to do with the keys, which this does."
"Only peripherally. I have no justification for interfering in either the life or the death of those within that building."
"What about Genevieve Sands? She might be connected to both the dark sorcerer and the keys, so why can't you at least go in there to see if she survived?"
"Look at the building, Risa. Do you really think it possible she could be alive?"
I twisted around and my gaze widened. Flames leapt high from either end, but it was the middle of the building—in the area that had held Lauren Macintyre's storage unit—that had taken the brunt of the explosion. It was completely destroyed. There was nothing left but the charred remnants of brick walls and the twisted remains of metal. There is no way in hell anyone in that area could have survived.
"There's no guarantee she was actually in there at the time of the explosion. She might have set it all up and then used the stones to escape." That was what I would have done if I'd been in her somewhat ugly shoes. "We need to go check the Razans' place and see if she's there."
Azriel's expression went back to being noncommittal. "You cannot go in Aedh form, as they will sense you."
I met his gaze. "You could go."
He hesitated. "I prefer not to leave you—"
"Who's going to attack me here? The Raziq are waiting for my father's appearance, Hunter still has use for me, and anyone else I can cope with."
"Given you do have the unfortunate habit of attracting danger, that is no comfort."
I smiled. "It's going to take you a couple of minutes, if that, to check. What trouble could I get into in that amount of time?"
"Plenty, I suspect." He rose, his movements fluid and graceful, and offered me a hand. "Do not go into that building."
"I won't." Not in human form, anyway.