“Yes,” I murmured. “You’ve made it quite clear what you think about my plan for Mab’s will.”

Finn had ranted up one side and down the other when I told him that I wanted Bria to make the will public. Shouting. Cajoling. Pleading. But he didn’t change my mind. And in the end, he had to agree with me that it was the only way we could make sure that Clementine’s boss got what he so richly deserved.

Finn shook his head. “I’m telling you again, you should just burn that piece of paper inside and pretend like you never read it. No good can come from it.”

I shrugged. “But that wouldn’t stop anything. Not really. It would only delay the inevitable. Mab had to have left behind more than one copy of her will. Sooner or later, somebody’s going to come forward with it. Or a fake version they try to pass off as the real thing.”

“Maybe,” he said. “Maybe not. You’d be surprised how many folks put stuff like that off, especially people as powerful as Mab. People with magic always think that they’re going to live forever. Either way, do you really want some long-lost relative of Mab’s coming to Ashland? We don’t even know who this person is, much less what he or she might be like.”

Despite all of his many connections, Finn had been unable to track down the mysterious M. M. Monroe whom Mab had left all of her earthly possessions to. He’d spent the past week scouring land deeds, bank accounts, birth certificates, family histories, and more, but whoever M. M. Monroe was, he or she didn’t have much of a paper trail in Ashland or beyond. And given how many Monroes there were out there in the world, it wasn’t like Finn had a narrow pool of suspects to start with. He was still working on it, but it would take weeks, if not months, before he might happen upon the right Monroe—if that person was even still alive.

“If this person is anything like Mab, well, it’s going to mean nothing but trouble for all of us, especially you,” Finn said. “You killed Mab. You shouldn’t have to take out the rest of her family too.”

I grinned. “Ah, but you know us Southerners. We love us some family feuds. Mab had one with my mom that carried over into my generation. You might say that I’m keeping the tradition alive by inviting Mab’s relative to come to town and visit for a spell.”

“Well, I still think it’s a mistake,” he grumbled.