That decided it. At least as a human, I could speak up if I wanted to.

I shifted and, sure enough, out of thin air, Qusay had another robe in his hand. It was white, thin, and silky, and looked too flimsy to provide any kind of warmth in the cold, but anything was better than nothing. I quickly put it on and was pleasantly surprised. If I had shoes, I would’ve been perfect. I tightened my belt. If I didn’t get to keep this robe, maybe Cosette could get one for me.

“Qusay of the Lunar court, meet my mate, Meredith.”

He lifted his chin a bit. “Meredith Molloney. It’s good to meet you. I’ve heard the princess is quite fond of you.”

That was good to hear. “I’m pretty fond of her myself.”

“I thought you’d still be at the meeting,” Donovan said.

“I’m back to court for a moment. There was an investigation that demanded my attention.”

Investigation? About how Bhrunyz got free? That would have to be why he came back. Especially since Donovan had threatened war with the fey over Bhrunyz’s attacks.

“And?” Donovan asked.

“It wasn’t us.” Donovan started to speak, but Qusay lifted a hand, cutting him off before he could say anything. “I swear on my honor that the Lunar court was not responsible for releasing Bhrunyz.”

Donovan crossed his arms. “Then who did?”

“You might have heard there was a robbery in Dublin? Some ancient Celtic items were taken a few days ago.”

“I did.”

I remembered the massive number of cop cars swarming Dublin, preparing to go door-to-door until they found what they were looking for. It had seemed odd then, and it was still odd now. But maybe the fey had something to do with the cops being so obsessed about finding the robbers and the missing artifacts.

“Some of the items taken were ours.”

What were the fey doing leaving magical items lying around? “You just let your objects sit in museums for humans to look at?”

“It might be hard for you to understand, but since we can create objects of power, we don’t necessarily value them the way a Were or a witch would.” Qusay spread his hands. “What are we supposed to do with the ones we don’t need anymore?”

I shrugged. “Put them in storage?” Like a normal person.

“There’s only so much space to fill underhill and magical objects tend to like toying with each other. It’s safer for everyone if certain things remain with humans. One of the items that went missing controls Bhrunyz. Whoever broke into the museum took the brooch and is using it correctly.”

“How would a Were know about Bhrunyz, the brooch, and where to find it?” I asked.