Trent rocked back, surprise making him look young. “Nothing?”

My focus blurred as I recalled the people scattered where they fell past my saving. Lee was a butcher. He could have gotten them out but had left them so it would look like a hit by Piscary. Which it was, but I couldn’t believe that Kisten would do that. He must have warned them. He had to have. But Trent was standing before me, his green eyes questioning.

“It’s not my problem,” I said, and pushed past him.

Trent was right behind me, his bare feet silent. “He tried to kill you.”

Not slowing, I said over my shoulder, “He tried to kill you. I got in the way.” Twice.

“You’re not going to do anything?”

My gaze went to the huge window. It was hard to tell in the dark, but I thought it was clear again. “I wouldn’t say that. I’m going to go home and take a nap. I’m tired.”

I headed for that six-inch-thick door at the end of the walkway. Trent was still behind me. “You don’t care he’s going to flood Cincinnati with unsafe Brimstone, killing hundreds?”

My jaw tightened as I thought of Ivy’s sister. The jarring from my steps went up my spine. “You’ll take care of him,” I said dryly. “Seeing as it touches your business interests.”

“You have no desire to seek revenge. None whatsoever.”

His voice was thick with disbelief, and I stopped. “Look. I got in his way. He’s stronger than me. You, on the other hand … I’d just as soon see you fry, elf-boy. Maybe Cincinnati would be better without you.”

Trent’s smooth face went blank. “You don’t seriously believe that.”

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.