Caleb wobbled on her shoulder, but found his balance without the aid of his bandaged wings after a bit of scrambling."You will take him then?" Marta asked, her old voice rusty in the narrow room."Unless we can learn who the culprit is, I have no choice," Cat said. She turned hopefully toward her grandmother, but the old woman shook her head."For a time in the hall last night I thought I felt the evil. But the place was full and I could not determine the source, though I sat long trying to sort out the emotions. As the crowd diminished I hoped to identify the feelings. But even with only a few men left, the place felt filled with passions. The kitchens were less confusing." She turned shrewd eyes to her granddaughter. "Was it not the MacKinnon lad who you drugged and ransacked?""Aye. It was.""It seems he enjoyed it.""Noblemen are strange," Cat said, distractedly pacing again. "What did he say?""Something about your purity, and that only a lout would besmirch your name.""Who did the besmirching?"" 'Twas a dark fellow with half-lidded eyes.""Drummond.
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