My brother had betrayed me.

That he believed he was acting in my best interests didn’t ease the hurt, because he’d still taken away my freedom to make my own choices and my ability to do what I believed was right. I was Tristan’s only hope, and he was the half-bloods’ only chance at a better life, and I felt in my gut that I’d been so close to making a breakthrough in my hunt. Now everything was lost.

Above, I could hear the sound of weight shifting on a chair, and the measured step of another person pacing across the floor. Neither of the people spoke, but then the tick tick of a dog’s toenails caught my attention, and I knew where I was. Lifting my head as much as I could, I peered into the darkness of the cellar, the familiar table and shelves stacked with oddities faintly visible in the dim light. My heart sank: this was Catherine’s cellar. It had been her magic that had allowed my brother to subdue me. Another betrayal.

I wondered if she had been duping me from the beginning – whether it had been no coincidence that she’d crossed paths with Sabine and that I’d ended up on her doorstep. Had it all been an act to lure me in and gain my trust, and if so, did that mean my brother had been involved from the beginning? He’d said the Regent knew everything, but why go through such an elaborate process when they could just as easily have arrested me and forced the information out?

Fred had said they wanted to help me get free of the trolls, which certainly implied a desire to keep them contained. But if that was what the Regent wanted, why not just kill me and be done with it? What possible reason could he have for keeping me alive?

The rear door to the shop opened and slammed shut, heavy boots thudding across the floor.

“My lord. I expected you sooner.” I tensed at the sound of my brother’s voice, my ears peeled for the reply. It was Lord Aiden he was speaking to, I was sure of it.

“I had to ensure I wasn’t followed. The moment the trolls realize she’s missing, they’ll have every agent on the Isle looking for her. Did she have the book on her?”

“It was in her bag with some other papers. Lists of names and dates.”

“Good. Without it, we have nothing. Catherine, I assume you’ve taken precautions to ensure she can’t use magic to contact her friends?” His voice was familiar. I knew it – had heard it before. But where?

“She’s bound and gagged,” the witch replied in an emotionless voice. “The spell will keep her asleep for some time yet, given how small she is.”

“It won’t hurt her, will it?” Fred asked, and I scowled around my gag, wondering if he’d considered that before he’d used it on me. “Why are we keeping her here anyway? You said you’d help my sister, not keep her captive in some hovel in Pigalle. Why aren’t you keeping her in the castle?”

“Too many eyes, and it is not your place to question my decisions,” Lord Aiden snapped, and in the change of tone, I recognized his voice. Lord Aiden was the King’s messenger. A thousand pieces fell into place, and suddenly the King’s confidence in his plans to take the Isle all made sense. He controlled the man who would inherit the Regency. And yet that very man was double-crossing him, so it would seem his confidence was misplaced.

“You need to report to duty, de Troyes. Her friends will be looking for her, and you’re the first person they’ll go to. Make sure your story is convincing.”

“I don’t care to leave my sister tied up in a cellar.”

“If you value her life as much as you claim, you’ll do just that,” Aiden replied. “We must move quickly as it is if we are to find this witch and extricate your sister from the trolls’ power. We cannot raise their suspicion.” He didn’t know who or where Anushka was…

Fred was quiet, and I prayed that he wouldn’t leave. That he’d reconsidered what he’d done. But he didn’t. “Take care of her,” he muttered, and the door opened and slammed shut.

Disappointment carved out my guts, but I forced myself to concentrate on the conversation that ensued between Aiden and Catherine.

“Is the book what she was using to track Anushka?” he demanded once Fred was gone. “The troll king gave it to her on the beach – it was clearly of some significance.”

“It’s significant if it really is hers,” Catherine replied. “It’s certainly old enough, and the fact it’s written in a northern tongue is no small coincidence. But I won’t know until I cast the spell.”

“Do it now. We can’t waste any more time.”

“Not without my pardon.” Catherine paused. “Those have always been our terms, my lord. I want my life back. I want your mother to know the truth.”

“Leave my mother out of this. She knows nothing of the trolls, and I intend to keep it that way.”

That wasn’t true. Of a surety, Marie knew about the trolls and Anushka, but I wasn’t sure if he was unaware of that fact or was lying. I’d assumed all of the Regent’s family was in this together, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe they were as self-motivated and deceptive with each other as Tristan’s family was.

“Your mother is involved in this, whether she wills it or not. Though she must be living under another identity, Anushka is involved with the court. It was her who gave the potion to your father, and though we must needs keep her alive to keep the curse in place, that doesn’t mean she can’t be punished.”

“My mother doesn’t keep company with witches.”