I looked into his eyes and knew with absolute certainty that I had to answer the question. “Yes.”

Magic flared around Alessandro. His eyes sparked with orange. “Don’t take that tone with her.”

“Did you take pictures?”

“No.”

Linus looked at me as if I had been unforgivably stupid.

“It was running around in ‘your city’ and we killed it.” Alessandro leaned forward, the Italian Count forgotten. “A thank-you is in order.”

We could never do this again. Putting Linus and Alessandro into the same room was like throwing a mongoose and a cobra into a pit.

“How could you not have taken pictures? Your generation takes pictures of everything.” The cold hardness in Linus’ eyes didn’t ease. It was like being face-to-face with an attack dog, expecting a charge but not knowing what would set him off. One wrong word and we would meet a hail of bullets.

“There wasn’t time. Besides, we kept his bones.” I braced myself.

Linus paused. “Where are they?”

“In the warehouse.”

“Where in the warehouse?”

“They’re in a plastic bin, locked in the weapons cage.”

“Who else knows?” Linus asked.

“Just the two of us. Well, the three of us, now.”

Some of the tension eased from his face. Linus pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number.

“Go to the Baylor warehouse. There will be a plastic bin with bones waiting for you. I need you to identify them. Don’t wait, do it there. Call me when you’re done. Once identified, transport the bones and secure them in the Scroll vault. On my authority.”

Linus ended the call. “Catalina, call your family and tell them that Mr. Fullerton from Scroll is coming to pick up the bones. He’ll need complete privacy.”

I let out a breath, took out my phone, and called Bern.

“Yes?” my cousin said.

“There is a plastic bin in the cage. Please get it and take it to the conference room. Mr. Fullerton from Scroll is on his way to you. Please show him the bones when he arrives. Please don’t tell anyone and don’t ask any questions.”

“Will do.”

The conference room had an excellent security camera concealed in the smoke alarm. Whatever Fullerton did with the bones, I wanted to know about it.

I put the phone down and looked at Linus. “What’s going on?”

“The proverbial shit has hit the fan and now we’re all getting splattered with it. Let’s eat. We will know more once Fullerton calls. While we’re eating, tell me everything about the warped mage. Don’t leave anything out.”

Fullerton called twenty minutes later. By this point, we had finished eating. Linus answered the call and walked away to the house.

While he was on the phone, Arabella, Runa, and Leon simultaneously texted me three different pictures of the same helicopter landing in front of our warehouse followed by their versions of “What the hell is going on and why wasn’t I told about it?”

If I had told them about it, Fullerton would find them playing beer pong with Lawrence’s bones. There was no better way to prank my sister than to hand her a box with a glitter bomb inside and tell her to not open it. She never met a secret she could resist.

I didn’t even know Scroll had a helicopter. Scroll was an independent entity that worked for everyone but answered to no one. Why was Fullerton obeying Linus without question? Why did I have a feeling that everything had just gotten dramatically worse?

We already had an assassin firm gunning for us. How much worse could it get?

“What exactly is your relationship with Linus Duncan?” Alessandro asked.

That was an excellent question. I got the plastic lids for the bowls from their spot in the outdoor kitchen cupboard and began putting the food up.

“He served as a witness to the formation of our House. There is an old tradition among the Houses that a witness also acts as a guide and adviser. Like a godfather or godmother but for the entire family. Linus takes it seriously.” I hadn’t realized until ten minutes ago how seriously.

“It’s more than that.”

“What are you implying?” Because if he was implying what I thought he was implying, he needed to backpedal real fast or I would stuff his head into that chiminea.

“Not that.” Alessandro looked at Linus, then looked at me, then looked at Linus again, opened his mouth . . .

“What is it?”

Alessandro started to speak and clamped his mouth shut, staring behind me. I turned around. At the house, Linus was looking straight at us. He shook his head once with deliberate precision and went back to his phone call.

“Sono un idiota,” Alessandro muttered.

And he’d just called himself an idiot. While I agreed in principle, he hadn’t done anything particularly stupid right this second. Something obvious must’ve occurred to him and I wanted to know what it was.

“Do you want to enlighten me?”

“Never mind,” he said. “Your godfather is walking over, and he looks unhappy.”

At least unhappy was an improvement over homicidal.

Linus marched toward us. “Come with me.” It didn’t sound like a request.

“Do you want me to bring the food to the kitchen?”

“Leave it, please.”

We followed him into the study, a place of floor-to-ceiling mahogany shelves, leather chairs, and original art on the walls. The air smelled of aromatic cigars. Linus shut the doors. A metallic click announced the lock engaging. Great. Now we were locked in.

Next to me, Alessandro was still, but ready, his magic coiled like a python about to strike.

Linus strode to his desk and placed a palm on the glass plate within it. A drawer slid open from the wall. Linus walked to it and retrieved a wooden box about a foot long and half as wide. He set the box on the desk.

“Do you want to find Halle?”

What kind of question was that? “Yes.”

“And you, do you want to find Sigourney’s killer?”

“That’s why I’m here,” Alessandro said.

“You two have stumbled onto a uniquely dangerous secret. There are three types of people who have this knowledge: the soon-to-be-dead, the criminals, and the Wardens. The only way for you to avoid the first two categories is to accept my authority.”

Alessandro bared his teeth.

“I’m trying to keep you alive, you young idiot,” Linus snapped.

He picked up the box and opened it. Inside on black velvet lay a simple dagger with a wooden grip and a wooden crest with a staff carved in its surface. A tiny clear jewel marked the top of the staff. Above it, a banner reading In ministerium hominis curled along the edge. In the service of man. And that wasn’t ominous. Not at all.

“Catalina, place your hand on the seal,” Linus ordered.

I hesitated. He was about to swear me in, and I had no idea to what. I wanted to call Rogan, or Arrosa, or someone to ask them for advice. If I asked him for a lifeline, he would probably explode.

“Catalina,” Linus said, “I have your best interests at heart.”

I met his gaze. “And if I don’t do this, will I walk out of this house?”

“Of course. But if you don’t do this, I cannot protect you from what follows.”

“Protect me from what?”

“The combined might of the National Assembly.”

Cold shot through me. Nobody could take on the entire National Assembly, not Rogan, not Linus, no one.

What do I do?

“Your safety is very important to me,” Linus said. “I’ll do everything in my power to shield you; however, my power has limits.”

“He really does have your best interests at heart,” Alessandro said. “He’s invested in your survival.”

“Be quiet,” Linus told him.

“I’m trying to help.”

Things were moving way too fast and there was no time to acclimate. There was no opportunity to make an informed decision. I just had to do the best I could and hope I didn’t screw it up.

“If it wasn’t for you, she wouldn’t be in this mess,” Linus said.

Alessandro raised his eyebrows. “I’m curious, have you ever attempted to prevent her from doing what she wanted to do? I’d be delighted to hear how it went.”

“If you had kept Sigourney from dying, none of this would be necessary,” Linus growled.

“She died while I was in the air over the ocean. Perhaps, if you had been a better friend, she wouldn’t feel the need to hire—”

“Enough.” I put my hand on the seal. I didn’t really have a choice.

“By the power vested in me by the National Assembly of the United States, I, Linus Duncan of House Duncan, Warden of the State of Texas, hereby appoint you, Catalina Baylor, to the office and responsibilities of Deputy Warden of the State of Texas. Do you swear to give your loyalty to and obey the orders of the National Assembly and its appointed representatives?”

He paused.

“Yes.” That seemed like the only reasonable answer.

“Do you swear to faithfully and honestly fulfill your duties to the best of your ability?”

“Yes. I swear.” To fulfill the “I don’t know what duties” by “I have no idea which means.”

“Do you swear to never directly or indirectly reveal matters pertaining to the Office of the Warden and any investigation or inquiry undertaken by it unless questioned by a Warden or testifying before the National Assembly?”