"Individually, I'd say the Cabals are quite capable of handling the situation. But together? Together they work at a fraction of their capacity."
"Infighting?"
He nodded. "Precisely. It's like two warring countries teaming up against a common enemy. Each will want to lead the attack. Each won't share their information for fear of divulging contacts and techniques. Each will want the other to put their men at risk. A plan of action won't be decided so much as negotiated."
"And in the meantime, more kids will be hurt."
"Collateral damage. I won't say the Cabals don't care; they aren't monsters. But they are structured around profit-making and self-preservation. Those priorities will always come first, intentionally or not."
"But obviously your father foresees this or he wouldn't still be asking you to take the case. Why doesn't he tell the other Cabals, 'Thanks for the offer, but we'll go it alone'?"
Lucas leaned back into the sofa. "Politics. At this level, even my father's hands are tied. If he refuses to cooperate, it'll not only affect his standing with the other Cabals but also cause internal dissent. Understandably, his employees will question why he'd refuse extra help."
"So it's down to us. In that case, then, I definitely want to--" I stopped. "Wait. What about Savannah? I certainly can't let her tag along and--"
"I have a thought on that. Someone who could look after her."
I shook my head. "You know how I am. Either I look after her myself, or I'll go crazy worrying. I don't trust anyone--"
He told me who he had in mind.
"Oh," I said. "That might work."
Benicio called to say that Savannah was on the jet and would arrive in Miami just after six. Lucas told him our decision, that I would take the case, starting immediately. As for Lucas's role, we'd decided on honesty over subterfuge. Of course he'd help me. Yes, this meant working alongside the Cabals, but the cause was right, and he wouldn't cheapen that by hiding his involvement. If Benicio felt he'd won a victory, we had to let him have that satisfaction. Our only defense was that we wouldn't accept a Cabal paycheck for the job. We were doing this on our own, for our own reasons.
With securing Savannah's safety now our top priority, Lucas asked his father for a rain check on breakfast. Instead, Benicio would bring a copy of the case files for me later in the morning, after Lucas was gone and I'd had time to settle Savannah in at the hotel. Benicio promised Lucas that he would help with protection arrangements for Savannah, and Lucas wisely refrained from telling him we'd already done so. While we appreciated Benicio's help, neither of us wanted Savannah in his custody for long, in case he hoped to use the opportunity to pitch to her as a future employee.
We met Savannah at the airport. By "we," I mean Lucas, myself, and Troy. Yes, Troy was still with us, though I had every intention of handing him back to his boss after lunch. Nothing against Troy, but there was something unsettling about a huge half-demon dogging your every step. Savannah, however, took our new shadow in stride, as if there was nothing at all unusual about having a bodyguard/chauffeur--further proof that Cabal royal blood flowed in her veins.
Over breakfast, we answered Savannah's questions about the attacks. She listened with more curiosity than concern. Altruism isn't Savannah's strong suit. I tell myself it's part of being a teenager, but I suspect there's more to it than that.
"Just as long as I don't get kidnapped again," she said. "Twice in one year is enough for anyone. I swear, I must be the most endangered kid on the planet."
"You're special."
She snorted. "Yeah, well, special never seems to bring anything but trouble. Now I know why my mom moved us around so much." She looked up sharply. "We don't have to move again, do we?"
"It's not that kind of problem. All we need to do is find you a safe place to stay while I look for this guy."
"What?" She looked from me to Lucas. "No way. You're kidding, right?"
"Paige can't investigate while worrying about you, Savannah."
Her eyes swung to meet mine. "You wouldn't do this. You wouldn't send me away."
I opened my mouth, but guilt zapped my voice.
"Savannah..." Lucas warned.
Her gaze clung to mine. "Remember the last time? You said you wouldn't leave. Not ever."
"Savannah--" Lucas's voice sharpened.
"We can work the case together. You've got all those new spells. You can protect me better than anyone. I trust you, Paige."
A right hook below the belt. I managed a strangled, "I--we--"
Lucas told her who'd be looking after her.