I snorted. "Only in that you're betraying us both."
"And fucking you both."
I blinked. "The person who took the key was a man—"
"So? As I have said before, it is pleasure that matters, not source."
"So you're fooling around with two dark sorcerers?" I asked incredulously.
"Perhaps," he replied. "Perhaps not. I am hardly likely to give you such information, my dear, when I still need cards to play if I am to survive this encounter."
"And we both know you're not going to survive; otherwise you wouldn't have been such a busy little beaver trying to impregnate any woman you could get your grubby little paws on."
"That was merely a precaution." He glanced at his watch, and I suddenly remembered Ilianna.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Had she been rescued, or had the whole thing gone ass up?
"A precaution?" I bit back, relief filling me when he didn't immediately dig out his phone. We obviously still had some time left before he needed to make his next call. "Another lie. Aedh breed only when their death is imminent."
"As your father only bred?" He shook his head. "Like him, I have a few years left before I am forced to leave this world permanently."
Amaya's steel was getting heavier in my hand, her hissing more strident in my mind. I hoped that meant the wall was weakening rather than her.
"Is the person who stole all the weapons out of that display case," I growled, "the same person who stole the first key?"
He considered me for a moment, expression a mix of amusement and condescension. "It was."
"And is that person a dark sorcerer who is also a shape-shifter?"