I watched Orias closely. He spoke and acted as if this whole thing was merely an inconvenience, but I could see uneasiness and anger simmering below the surface of his cool façade. Something – or someone – had unsettled the normally composed warlock. I knew only one person who had an infallible ability for attracting the kind of trouble that came with fangs and claws.
“Tell us what happened last night,” I said, careful to hide my personal interest. “I take it Price was a client of yours?”
He cleared his throat. “Stefan used my services a few times over the years. He never bothered to make appointments, so I don’t know why he came last night.”
“And the girl?” I asked casually.
“Girl?”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, the girl, the one who killed Stefan.” He gave me a rueful smile. “Forgive m
