“Yes, but what has been woven can also be unwoven if you know what you’re doing,” Lugh said. “There’s no gaps in the CCTV footage, so it wasn’t an inside job.”

“Did that footage show the moment they were attacked?”

“No camera can pick up magic.”

“But they would pick up the reactions of the men to being attacked.”

“Except it happened at night, when they were both asleep.”

“Inconvenient.”

“I suspect they’d agree, were they still alive.”

His voice was droll. I demolished the rest of the pizza slice and picked up another. “When were you talking to Mathi?”

“He rang up this morning and was going to pop around. I told him not to because I wasn’t up to dealing with the pissing contest he and Cynwrig would undoubtedly have gotten into.”

A smile tugged at my lips. “Two alpha men going at each other for dominance doesn’t sound all that bad to me.”

“You weren’t conscious at the time so had no say in the decision.”

“I’m thinking the decision would be the same even if I had been conscious.”

“Possibly. I’ve no time for that sort of bullshit right now.”

“Or ever,” Darby said. “That’s not your style.”

“No, it’s not,” I agreed. “His style is to take forever to tell the woman he’s interested in he’s interested, and then take more time to actually make a move.”

He rolled his eyes. “Seriously? Could you for once try for subtlety?”

I wrinkled my nose. “Not my style.”

“And he has moved forward a fraction,” Darby said, eyes twinkling. “We have a date.”

So had I, I suddenly remembered. Except Cynwrig was now in a council meeting, and I’d only just awoken, and in all truth wasn’t really up to doing anything too energetic. “An official date? As in, going out to dinner?”

“And dancing.”

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay, brother mine?” I leaned over the table and felt my brother’s forehead. “No fever—”

He laughed and slapped my hand away. “Like you weren’t angling for this very result when you left us alone the other night.”

I grinned. “Yes, but you’re often so slow on the uptake I didn’t actually think you’d use the time wisely.”

“He didn’t,” Darby said. “I asked him.”

“Well, at least he said yes rather than internally debating it for the next week or so.”

“Will you two please stop talking about me like I’m not here? It’s a rather annoying habit.”

I laughed but made no promises. Once I’d finished my pizza and cup of tea, I picked up my knives and rose. “Let’s go wreck that sleeping spell and see what Alinda has to say.”

The two of them followed me across to the spare bedroom. The knives started pulsing the minute I entered, though it wasn’t a particularly strong reaction and suggested the spell could be wearing off on its own accord. Still, given who’d cast it, we really couldn’t risk letting it play out naturally.

Darby moved to stand on the other side of the bed while Lugh remained just outside the doorway. The room wasn’t large, and his big frame would have dominated the space.