“So what?” I asked, though the hairs on the back of my neck were starting to stand up. My subconscious often understands things before my conscious mind does. I guess because denial doesn’t work on my subconscious.

So if I show up with you as my host, Dougal’s going to start wondering who William was really talking to.

I gave a little snort. “He won’t wonder. He’ll know it had to be Raphael.” I frowned. “Or that you’ve switched hosts since then.”

He’ll know it was Raphael. If I switched hosts, my new host would be a man, not a woman. Our natural inclination is to possess hosts of our own gender, and if Dougal thought I picked a female host, he would get very, very curious about why.

“I still don’t get it. He’s going to be suspicious no matter what. He knows we want to kill him. And what does it matter if he thinks it was Raphael who talked to William?”

It matters because it’s better for Dougal not to know that Raphael is working with us.

I frowned. “Newsflash: He already knows that.”

No. He knows Raphael didn’t want to let him kill me. There’s a big difference between interfering with Dougal’s plans to kill me and actually, say, being part of my royal council. And as you may have noticed, Raphael is a great deal more … devious than I am. Dougal thinks that makes me weak. I’d like to keep him thinking I’m weak, so I’d rather he not know I’ve got Raphael advising me.

My subconscious mind bitch-slapped my conscious mind until I let go of my denial. “You want to go to this meeting in Tommy Brewster’s body.” I sat on my bed and lowered my head into my hands. “But to do that, you’d have to get Raphael out. That’s why you want Dominic here. You want him to host Raphael.”

Only temporarily, Lugh hastened to assure me. It would be for a couple of hours, at the maximum. I don’t think they particularly like each other, but they don’t dis like each other, either.

A dull ache started behind my eyes, but I was pretty sure it was all in my mind. Lugh could stop me from having physical ailments—except for the ones that hit me after control changes. As Lugh had obviously known, I really hated the idea of letting Raphael into anyone else’s body. Especially someone as nice as Dominic. But our other human allies were Brian, Barbie, and Andy. I didn’t want to see how Saul would react to the thought of Raphael taking possession of Barbie’s body—and I suspect Lugh didn’t, either. Brian was at work, and I’d already decided he needed to stay there. And it would be cruel and unusual punishment to ask Andy to host Raphael for a third time when he hated Raphael as vehemently as he did.

How difficult do you plan to be about this? Lugh asked, and his mental voice sounded vaguely amused.

“Would being difficult about it change anything?”

No. It would just make things more difficult.

“I’m glad you’re finding this amusing,” I said in my most surly voice. But I knew he was right.

Lugh had to be in the driver’s seat to move from my body to that of another host. He could fight his way into control, given enough time, but that would be spectacularly unpleasant for me. And even if he couldn’t fight his way into control, as soon as Raphael arrived, he’d know what Lugh and I were doing. All he’d have to do would be to knock me out, and all my mental walls would come crumbling down.

“I won’t be difficult,” I finally conceded.

Thank you.

I wasn’t sure he had much of anything to thank me for. Fighting over control would be unpleasant for me, not for him. But though I was tempted to pick a fight, I realized I didn’t have the energy for it. There was too much going on for me to waste my mental resources on pointless sparring.

Lugh let me stay in control until Adam, Dom, and Raphael arrived. As soon as I closed the door behind them, Lugh tapped politely on the barriers of my mind, and with a resigned sigh, I let him in.

“Will we be making the rendezvous with Dougal?” Raphael asked before Lugh even managed to turn around.

“Yes,” Lugh said shortly. “Let’s all take a seat, shall we?”

It was kind of scary that with only one full sentence and some body language, everyone knew it wasn’t me in the driver’s seat anymore. But it was obvious from the way they looked at me that they knew.

Adam, Dom, and Andy sat on the couch. Adam put his arm around Dom and pulled him closer, giving Andy a little extra breathing room. Apparently guys-straight ones, at least—get antsy when forced to sit too close together on a sofa. Raphael, in his usual lone-wolf style, sprawled on the love seat. Lugh remained standing.

There was a pregnant pause, and then Lugh launched into the same spiel he’d given me. He was a lot less apologetic-sounding when he explained to the guys. I guess apologizing wasn’t very kingly.

No one interrupted him, though it was easy to see from the expressions on their faces that they figured out where Lugh was going long before he got there.

“And so I need to meet with Dougal in Tommy’s body,” Lugh finally concluded, putting it into words, although I was sure he could see the comprehension in their eyes just as well as I could. “Which means someone else is going to have to host Raphael for a few hours.”

Dom’s face paled, and Adam’s arm tightened around his shoulders. Andy folded his arms across his chest and lowered his chin, refusing eye contact.

Raphael laughed, a brittle, bitter laugh. “Ah, what a joy it is to be welcomed with open arms.”

“Try not to make things worse, brother,” Lugh muttered, giving Raphael a scathing glance. His attention didn’t stay on Raphael for long. Andy wouldn’t meet his gaze, but Lugh spoke to him anyway. “I know how poorly you and my brother get along,” he said. “I would not ask you to host him again.”

Andy’s eyes closed, and his shoulders slumped as a long breath of relief hissed out of him. However, something akin to mutiny flashed in Adam’s eyes.

“You can’t ask Dom to do it!” he said. I suspect his hold on Dom was getting hard enough to hurt, but Dom seemed disinclined to complain. His breath was coming short, and his hands were clenching and unclenching in his lap.

“Yes, I can,” Lugh said with gentle insistence. “He is a member of my council.”

“He’s—” Adam started.

“He’s an adult,” Dom snapped, “and doesn’t need you to talk for him.” I’d never heard him speak to Adam so sharply before. It showed just how upset the idea of hosting Raphael made him.

Adam was rarely speechless, but he was now. He looked at Dom as if he’d never met him before. “You expect me to just sit here and not say anything?” he asked incredulously, and while he kept his arm around Dom’s shoulders, his hold visibly loosened.

“Don’t you two fight about it,” Raphael said. He’d lost the look of bitter amusement, his expression serious and devoid of malice as he stared at my brother. “It should be you, Andrew. Like it or not, you’ve dealt with me for a decade. You can handle a couple of hours more.”

Anger surged through me, and if I’d been in control of my body, I’d have had a few choice words for Raphael.

Andy shook his head in refusal, his attention fixed on the coffee table as if it were fascinating. “I can’t,” he whispered.

Raphael’s lips curled into a contemptuous sneer. “You can barely forgive yourself for letting me take Tommy, a total stranger and fucking lunatic. How are you going to live with yourself if you let me mind-rape Dominic?”

Dom cringed and pressed himself into Adam’s embrace. Andy gasped, finally looking up with horror in his eyes. And I started trying to fight my way to the surface, though what I thought I’d do to stop Raphael was anyone’s guess. Lugh remained firmly in control.

Do something! I thought at him frantically, but he shook his head slightly and didn’t move.