I blew out a breath, and some of the anger went with it. Not all, but some. “He transferred my signature onto papers that made it look like I’d willingly signed over everything—Gran’s house included—and taken on all of our combined debt. Because, according to him, I stepped outside the marriage with a man he took to calling ‘Harry’ in the paperwork.”

Tom and Louis hadn’t moved a step. Sarge, on the other hand, was cringing. “And were you?”

I shot him a look, thinking that at least the irony of what I was about to say would not be lost on him. “Harry was a chihuahua I worked with. So basically, he was accusing me of cheating on him with a dog.”

Sarge grinned. “Maybe I know him.”

“He shouldn’t have been able to move your signatures,” Tom said. “Any lawyer worth their salt—”

“I tried,” I said, shaking my head. “He’d had it notarized and everything. Either he has more friends in high places that I don’t know about or he found someone to put a spell on the paper, so I didn’t know what I was signing.” Which didn’t make sense, because he didn’t believe in magic. But what . . . what if the person he hired was from the shadow world, and was just that good? Maybe Himself didn’t even know? Because what other possible reason could there be to have a judge and every lawyer who looked at the paperwork for me say I had no recourse?

As soon as the words flipped out of my mouth, my jaw dropped. “Oh my God. That’s it. He had someone spell the paper.” But who would do that, and who would he trust? I spun and stared at Corb.

He held his hands up. “Don’t look at me. My cousin doesn’t believe in anything that isn’t tangible in his world. You know that.”

“You were there when this was all going down,” I said, trying not to freak out.

Corb looked up at the ceiling of the training room. “And I did that all because I wanted you to move in with me? Because I wanted you to try out for a job that I don’t want you to have? None of what you’re saying makes sense, Breena. Alan has—”

I held up a hand. “Don’t you dare say his name in front of me.”

He sighed. “Look, I’m sorry he’s such a dick. I really am. But he does have lots of friends who would help him with this. And with you out of the picture, no one is challenging his right to anything.”