before,â she said. âWhat did they want?â
He was quiet for a long time. âThere is someone else who may be after you,â he said. âA man came to me this afternoon. He claimed he knew you.â
Aria sat up straight. âWho was he?â she asked. âWhat did he say?â
âHugo Brecht,â he said slowly. âDo you know him?â
She shook her head, disappointed and relieved at the same time. âI have never heard his name before. Not that I can remember,â she added, recalling her supposed amnesia. âWhy would he want me?â
Leaning back in the chair, Cort blew out his breath and closed his eyes. âDo you remember anything about the place those men took you after they gave you the drugs?â
âThere were lots of voices. And smoke,â she said, trying to sort out the sensations that had made so little sense at the time. âI couldnât see much at all.â
âDo you know anything about gambling?â
âI know it has something to do with playing cards. That was what you and those men were doing, wasnât it?â
âFor money, yes. And prizes. You were one of the prizes. And Iâ¦â He laced his fingers behind his neck. âI was trying to win you so the other men couldnât have you.â
Bad men, he meant. Men who would use her. Not gentlemen, like him.
âAnd you did win,â she said, feeling her nose clog up with tears she didnât want him to see.
âYes.â He opened his eyes and met her gaze. âBut the men who lost were very angry. Some of them still wanted you, forâ¦â He coughed. âDo you know you are very beautiful, Aria?â
She knew what the word meant, of course, and she sometimes thought the face she saw in the reflection of a lake or pond was pleasant. But no one had ever called her beautiful before.
âMen appreciate beautiful things,â Cort said. âSomewill go to any lengths to get something they consider rare and special. That was why those men wanted you.â
His words made her feel warm inside, even though she didnât know why she should be ârare and special.â But she began to understand what Cort was talking about.
âThis man Brechtâ¦â she began.
âI am reasonably certain that he is the one who sent those blackguards after you.â
âBut one of those men was a werewolf.â
âSo is Brecht. He would have even more reason for wanting you, since you are loup-garou, too.â
She blinked. âBut you donât know him?â
âI have never seen him before. There are loups-garous in the city, lone wolves, who are not affiliated with any family here.â
He had said something like that before. Aria had a sudden disturbing thought. âBrechtâ could be a Carantian name. What if he were one of the exiles sheâd been seeking? One of the men whoâd brought her to Franz?
âWere other werewolves gambling for me, too?â she asked.
âNot openly. Still, it is quite possible that one or more were doing so through human agents.â
Had Brecht been one of them? Even if he had been, she couldnât see how he could be Carantianâor not one of the good Carantians, anywayâwhen he had sent bad men to take her. And how would he even know that she was Carantian? If the men had only seen her when she was a babyâ¦
And that brought her back to the most disturbing thought of all: Why had they taken her from America in the first place?
âWe canât wait any longer to move you to a safer place,â Cort said, completely unaware of her gnawing questions.
âIâm not afraid of them,â Aria said. âThey couldnât win when you and I were fighting together.â
âFor Godâs sake, Aria, your naivetéââ
âThat werewolf was bigger than you, but you didnât have any trouble defeating him.â
âI fought
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