nodded, then offered a hand, pulled me to my feet. “For now, we need to get back to the House, get ready for the Investiture.”
“What’s the dress code?” Jeff asked.
I hadn’t known the Ombuddies had been officially invited, but I was glad of it. It would be good to have friends nearby.
“Black tie,” Ethan said. “We’re putting on a show, after all.”
* * *
We returned to the House to find paparazzi outside, lining up for tomorrow’s Investiture.
“Nick moved quickly,” I said.
“As did Helen,” Ethan said as vendors moved supplies through a checkpoint set up at the gate, carrying boxes of flowers, wineglasses, champagne.
“She’s efficient,” I agreed.
We walked inside, found the foyer absent of supplicants, the check-in table temporarily gone. If Balthasar took the bait and decided to cause trouble, they’d be in the line of fire. It was best to keep the House closed to anyone who didn’t already need to be there.
We walked together to the Ops Room, found Luc reviewing a security plan with Keiji. Luc had been smiling, but his expression grew serious at the sight of Ethan.
“He’s not Balthasar.”
“He is not,” Ethan said. “Although he did substantial work in preparing for the role. The Ombuddies suspect Reed engaged a powerful sorcerer and used tissue samples from the Memento Mori to emulate Balthasar.”
“Oh, good,” Luc said blandly. “Jeff’s looking for the stand-in?”
Ethan nodded. “He wanted to use his own equipment. Would you please ask the Librarian to contact him about assisting?”
Luc nodded. “Roger that.”
Ethan gestured to the House plan on the screen. “How is Investiture planning proceeding?”
“Good,” Luc said. “Helps that we have the temps. We’ll have people stationed along the perimeter. They’ll watch and alert us if they see him, but they will not engage. We’ll leave that to the two of you.” He cleared his throat dramatically, looked at Ethan. “Unless of course you want to sit this one out for your own safety.”
“No,” was Ethan’s immediate response. “This is personal, and I will handle it personally.”
Luc nodded. “You’re the boss. Mallory will have to drop the wards, of course, to let him into the House.”
“She’ll appreciate that,” I said. “They’re apparently exhausting to maintain.”
“And she’s invited,” Ethan said. “She and Catcher both, so they can provide magical backup in the event he decides to utilize his cache of magic. I’m going upstairs to check in with Morgan and Scott. Morgan wants to send the Navarre vampires back.”
Luc nodded. “We’ll tell Chuck, keep going on Investiture prep.”
Ethan nodded. “Join us upstairs when you’re ready. I’d like to go over the plan with the team.”
“I’ll walk you out,” I said when Ethan moved for the door.
We walked into the hallway, and I let the office door close behind us. “I think it’s my turn to ask if you’re all right,” I said quietly.
“I let him into my House. I believed him. After all the years we’d been together, all the things I’d seen, I believed he was who he said he was. How did I miss that? How could I have been so stupid?”
“You didn’t miss anything.”
“Don’t placate me, Merit.”
I smiled. “I’m not placating you. You know I love to call you on your bullshit, but that’s not what this is. Reed had the ledgers, and, apparently, a dark sorcerer willing to do black magic to make a vampire essentially become Balthasar. The entire exercise was designed to fool all of us, to use just enough illusion, and just enough fear, to make us believe.”