Jeff had, as per usual, paired his floppy brown hair and smiling blue eyes with khakis and a blue button-down, the sleeves rolled up. His eyes widened as he looked me over.
“You took some damage.”
I grimaced at the tatters of dress. “Actually, I did a lot of it myself. It’s hard to kick in a sheath dress.”
“I can’t take you anywhere,” Ethan said, but there was no mistaking the pride in his eyes.
“Sure you can. But next time, get me a gown with legroom.”
“Or maybe just no random Navarre attacks,” Jeff said grimly, glancing back at the House. “Sounds like a pretty bizarre situation.”
“Very,” Ethan agreed. “Have you heard anything about Navarre Novitiates being out of hand?”
“I don’t hear much about Navarre at all,” Jeff said. “What happens in Navarre House stays in Navarre House. Or so I assume.” He tucked hair behind his ear. “I’m not sure if that’s Morgan, or Celina’s leftover crazy, or what. What about you?”
Celina Desaulniers was the former Navarre Master; she’d been forced out of the position after an attack on Ethan.
“Out of the blue,” Ethan agreed, “even for Navarre House, which is saying something. But the severity here strikes me as something that must have festered or percolated for a while.”
“What about supernatural vigilante groups?” I wondered.
“Nothing like that, either,” Jeff said, sticking his hands into his pockets.
“What about Balthasar?” my grandfather asked. “Any further activity there?”
“He’s in a condo on Michigan Avenue,” Ethan said. “We’ve got eyes on him. It seems best for all involved to know what he’s up to.”
“No argument there,” my grandfather said.
“Luc has the details about his location if you’d like it, or want to do any monitoring of your own.”
My grandfather nodded. “We won’t monitor per se, but I would like to stay apprised. Do you think he’s looking for access?”
“If he is, he’ll be sorely disappointed by what he finds.”
“He can’t think you owe him,” Jeff said. “Not after what happened, all the time that’s passed.”
“A rational mind would expect not,” Ethan said. “But he has rarely ever been rational. His needs are paramount, and damn anyone who stands in his way.”
“I fear there is a lot of that going around,” my grandfather said, and sighed heavily before trying a light smile. “I’d wax nostalgic about the good ol’ days, but with age comes wisdom and sight, and the realization that every day is as good or as bad as the next. The difference is only in the margins.”
Ethan nodded. “Very well said. And with that, we should probably get back to the House and begin planning our next play.”
The cards would be dealt one way or the other.
* * *
“This is going to be a pain in the ass,” Ethan said when we slid into the backseat of the Range Rover again.
The car shook a bit as Brody climbed into the passenger seat. “Home, Sire?”
“Please.”
“And we thought this was going to be a networking event,” I said.
Ethan laughed, a knot of mirthless sound. “The best-laid plans of vampires.” He rubbed a finger across his forehead. “We must deal with this, but Balthasar will not wait long. I suspect this will be a long night.”
“I suspect you’re right.” I glanced out the window at the lights of homes and businesses, wondered at the drama that unfolded there.