“That’s not what he said.” Broderick’s voice is mild, but tension bleeds into his body. “How did she find out?”

“That’s the question, isn’t it? Because I didn’t tell her.” She catches his disbelieving look and snorts. “We both know I was handling the situation. Informing my mother of a threat against me is like keying in the codes for a nuclear launch in response to a knife fight. It’s poor planning, and I wouldn’t have done it unless I had no other option.”

I wait to see if Broderick will argue that, but he nods. “Makes sense. So someone else did it.”

There it is again, that sensation of pieces clicking into place, of Broderick and Monroe aligning themselves in the same direction. I clear my throat. “Broderick—”

“Hold on. I’m thinking.” I can practically see his mind whirling. Finally, he nods. “So we have a mole.”

“I expect we have several between the two factions.” They both look at me, and I have to fight not to roll my eyes. “Come on. Give me a little credit. We have informants in both the Mystics and the Amazons. Of course they’ve already set up the same.”

Monroe perks up at that. “Who are you informants in the Amazons?”

“Nice try,” Broderick says drily. “That still doesn’t explain how they found out about Abel threatening Monroe. It’s not exactly something he did publicly. We were in the hallway, and the only other person present was Eli.” He catches my look and shrugs. “He has no reason to run telling tales to the Amazon queen. He’s wearing Abel’s leash and happily.”

“In the hallway,” I repeat.

“There are dozens of people in this house, Broderick.” Monroe scoots back to lean against the headboard, her expression contemplative. “Fallon is running off to her father every day. She might have heard and passed it on. That’s probably the simplest answer.”

That’s not impossible, but it’s missing quite a large step from where I’m sitting. “But why would he convey that information to your mother? They’re enemies.”

“Precisely because they’re enemies. If she follows through on her threat—which was to kill you, Broderick—that would create a nasty conflict between Raiders and Amazons. In a situation like that, that Mystics emerge on top. War is bad for business and bad for power cumulation, though everyone believes otherwise.” She sips her coffee. “There’s a reason the faction territory lines haven’t changed since the inception of Sabine Valley. The river creates too good a natural barrier. In the past, even when factions have taken pieces, they never hold them. You’d have to take the entire faction, and that’s impossible.”