Shifting my garment bag, I exhaled. “I don’t know what I believe. You aren’t honest with me. Excuse me. I have to go home and feed my fish.” I walked away, headed for the door. I knew the way to the front, and Quen would probably catch up with me somewhere in between.

“Wait.”

The pleading tone in his voice pulled me to a stop, my hand touching the door. I turned as Quen appeared at the foot of the stairway, his face worried and threatening. Somehow, I didn’t think it was because I was about to go wandering through the Kalamack compound, but of what Trent might say. My hand fell from the doorknob. This might be worth staying for.

“If I tell you what I know of your father, will you help me with Lee?”

At the ground floor, Quen shifted. “Sa’han—”

Trent’s brow furrowed defiantly. “Exitus acta probat.”

My pulse quickened and I adjusted the fake fur collar of my coat. “Hey! Keep it English, boys,” I snapped. “And the last time you said you would tell me about my dad, I came away with his favorite color and what he liked on his hot dog.”

Trent’s attention went to the floor of the great room and Quen. His security officer shook his head. “Would you like to sit down?” Trent said, and Quen grimaced.

“Sure.” Eyeing him warily, I retraced my steps and followed him to the ground floor. He settled himself in a chair tucked between the window and a back wall, his comfortable posture telling me this was where he sat when he was in this room. He had a view of the dark waterfall, and there were several books, their ribbon bookmarks giving evidence of past afternoons in the sun. Behind him on the wall were four tattered Visconti tarot cards, each carefully protected behind glass. My face went cold as I realized that the captive lady on the Devil card looked like Ceri.

“Sa’han,” Quen said softly. “This is not a good idea.”

Trent ignored him, and Quen retreated to stand behind him, where he could glower at me.

I put my garment bag over a nearby chair and sat, my legs crossed at the knees and my foot bobbing impatiently. Helping Trent with Lee would be a small thing if he told me anything of importance. Hell, I was taking the bastard out myself as soon as I got home and whipped up a few charms. Yeah, I was a liar, but I was always honest with myself about it.

Trent edged to the end of his seat, his elbows on his knees and his gaze on the night. “Two millennium ago, the tide turned in our effort to reclaim the ever-after from the demons.”