Playing With Fire - Katie MacAlister [89]
‘‘I agree with the consensus,’’ I said. ‘‘The next question concerns the phylactery.’’
‘‘Why you deny taking it when I caught you in my lair, you mean?’’ Kostya growled.
‘‘No, that’s not the question,’’ I answered.
‘‘Why Kostya insists you took it when he still has it?’’ Aisling asked.
I shook my head. ‘‘No, although that’s part of it.’’
Kostya snorted and continued pacing.
‘‘Where the phylactery is right now?’’ Drake asked slowly.
‘‘That’s not an issue right now, either,’’ I said, sliding a glance to Gabriel.
He watched Kostya pace with half-closed eyes, deceptive in their appearance. Beside me, his body was tight with tension, as if he was going to spring at any moment. I put my hand on his leg and squeezed it gently to remind him of his party manners.
‘‘Is the question why Kostya couldn’t tell the difference between May and me when I clearly wear my hair differently?’’ Cyrene asked with a righteous jerk of her blanket.
Everyone pretty much ignored that.
‘‘No,’’ I said. ‘‘The answer I want is why Kostya kept the phylactery in an unlocked chest.’’
That stopped him dead in his tracks. He spun around to look at me, surprise clearly evident in his dark eyes. ‘‘What? What unlocked chest?’’
‘‘There were three chests in your lair.’’
It was his turn for a little bit of smoke to escape him. I leaned into Gabriel and asked softly, ‘‘Can you do that too?’’
His eyes never left Kostya, but his lips parted slightly. A tiny curl of smoke emerged. For some reason, it delighted me, but that delight was short-lived.
‘‘You admit you were in there!’’ Kostya said, storming toward me. ‘‘You admit you stole my phylactery!’’
Instantly Gabriel was on his feet in front of me, István and Pál moving in. I stopped Gabriel as Kostya backed off, snarling.
‘‘Yes, I did take it,’’ I said with a little glance at Gabriel. ‘‘But I didn’t know what it was at the time.’’
‘‘I think perhaps you’d better explain again what happened while you were in the lair,’’ Drake said slowly.
‘‘It’s nothing beyond what I told you before. But those alarms were disabled, and someone had to do it. I can’t see Porter doing that without just taking the phylactery for himself.’’
Kostya shot me a fierce look. ‘‘That’s ridiculous! That alarm is always set! You lie.’’
‘‘Mayling never lies! Well, almost never,’’ Cyrene said with a cutting look.
‘‘Thanks for the support,’’ I murmured, my lips twitching wryly before I continued. ‘‘I found it hard to believe that you’d leave the window unprotected that way. But when I looked at the alarm, it had been disabled.’’
‘‘You disabled it!’’ Kostya accused.
I shook my head. ‘‘I didn’t. I couldn’t—it’s inside the window.’’
That stopped him for a moment.
‘‘But there’s more than the window alarm that doesn’t make sense. Why did you leave the phylactery in an unlocked chest?’’
‘‘I don’t have an unlocked chest. You broke the wards binding it, and unlocked it three nights ago, when you stole the phylactery.’’
‘‘Three nights ago I was in Greece,’’ I said thoughtfully.
‘‘You stole the phylactery then!’’ he insisted. ‘‘Then you returned to steal more of my treasures. I found the chest you’d broken into days earlier nearly empty after you leaped out of the window,’’ he snapped, making short, jerky little motions with his hands as he paced back and forth in front of the window. ‘‘You stole many things from me that night, but it’s the phylactery that matters the most. I want it returned!’’
‘‘If May is speaking the truth—and I do not doubt for a moment she is—then I begin to see the point of her question,’’ Drake said. ‘‘Kostya claims the phylactery was stolen three days ago. You are certain of that, brother?’’
Kostya snapped a ‘‘yes’’ at Drake.
Aisling breathed a little ‘‘ahhh’’ of enlightenment. ‘‘So, if the phylactery was stolen when we were all in Greece, then someone else must have taken it.’’
‘‘And if May didn’t disengage the alarm and unlock the chest, and likewise Kostya didn’t . . .’’ Cyrene said, frowning in puzzlement.
‘‘Then who did?’’ I asked, looking around the room. ‘‘And is the person