“Somebody burned down Lucius’ house? What a pity,” Pierce drawled. “Where is he, anyways? Shouldn’t he be here?”
Mara forced herself to smile diplomatically. “Lucius is attending to family business at the moment. He sends his regards, but protecting his wife and children is his top priority at the moment, understandably.”
Pierced snorted. “How do you even know Callisto is the one who did it? I’m sure a lot of people would like to take that jackass down a notch.”
“Technically, we don’t,” Mara admitted. “But it’s known that she has a vendetta against Lucius after he was implicated in Vlad’s death, and she seems to have some sort of weird interest in Amber after they met about a decade ago. If not for the protection wards put up by Brigitte, I think Callisto would have attacked much sooner.”
Brigitte nodded solemnly. “I’m always happy to help protect innocents,” she said. “The fact that Lucius is an old friend makes it personal.”
“I checked out the house after it burned down,” Caleb interjected with a glare at Pierce. “The only thing I could smell was sulfur. I couldn’t find any other scent, not even from the family who’d lived there. So whoever did this had a demon and a witch helping them.”
Beside Brigitte, the leader of the witch coven, Natalya, folded her arms across her chest. “Are you suggesting that a witch helped this madwoman?”
“Only a witch could have removed scent well enough to hide it from an alpha like Caleb,” Brigitte murmured. “She could have hired someone from another coven, or threatened them.”
