“Your perception is too literal, Reid. Magic is nuanced. All of her children will die. All of his children will die.” She picked at a nonexistent speck on her skirt. “Of course, this speculation doesn’t matter. No one else can see the pattern, so we must use Morgane’s interpretation.”
Coco looked up suddenly, eyes narrowed. “What’s your role in all this, madame? You tried to buy Lou.”
“To protect her.” Madame Labelle waved an impatient hand. I frowned at the movement. Gold bands covered her every finger, but there—on her left ring finger—
A mother-of-pearl ring. Nearly identical to the one I’d given Lou.
“I knew Morgane would find her eventually, but I did everything in my power to prevent that from happening. So, yes, I did attempt to buy Lou—as you so crassly phrased it—but only for her protection. Though not ideal, I could’ve watched her at the Bellerose. I could’ve kept her safe until other arrangements were made. Again and again she rebuffed my proposal, however.”
She lifted her chin, meeting Coco’s eyes. “Last year, my spies informed me Angelica’s Ring had been stolen. I approached every known trafficker in the city—all of whom had family recently murdered by the witches.”
I sat forward at this new information. Filippa. Filippa had been murdered by the witches. Which meant . . .
“When I learned Monsieur Tremblay had procured the ring, I finally saw my opportunity.”
I closed my eyes. Shook my head in disbelief. In sorrow. Monsieur Tremblay. All these months, I’d focused on avenging their family, on punishing the witches who’d harmed them. But the witches had been avenging themselves.
My would-be father-in-law. A trafficker of magical objects. He had been the real cause of Filippa’s death—of Célie’s pain. But I forced myself to return to the present. To open my eyes.
There’s a time for mourning, and there’s a time for moving on.
“I knew Lou desperately sought it,” Madame Labelle continued. “I instructed Babette to contact her, to assist her in eavesdropping on me and Tremblay. For her benefit, I even asked him where he had hidden it. And then—when Babette confirmed the two of you planned to steal it—I alerted the Archbishop where his daughter would be that night.”
“You what?” Coco exclaimed.
She shrugged delicately. “It was rumored he’d been searching for her for years—many witches believed she was the reason he became so possessed with hunting us. He wanted to find her. I prefer to think he slaughtered us as some sort of macabre penance for his sin, but it matters not. I took a calculated risk he wouldn’t harm her. He is her father, after all, and he could hardly deny it after seeing her. They’re practically identical. And what better place to hide her than within Chasseur Tower?”
Coco shook her head, incredulous. “A little honesty would’ve gone a long way!”
Madame Labelle knitted her hands together on her knee, smiling in satisfaction. “When she escaped Tremblay’s, I thought all was lost, but the scene at the theater forced the Archbishop’s hand in a permanent way. Not only did she receive his protection, but she also received a husband’s. And not just any husband—a captain of the Chasseurs.” Her smile widened as she gestured to me. “It really worked out better than I could have ever—”
“Why?” I stared at the mother-of-pearl ring on her finger. “Why go to all the trouble? Why do you care if Auguste Lyon dies? You’re a witch. You would only benefit from his death.”
My gaze rose slowly to her face. Her red hair. Her widening blue eyes.
A memory resurfaced. Lou’s voice echoed in my head.
Don’t be ridiculous. Of course witches have sons.
Realization trickled in.
Her smile vanished. “I—I could never stand by and watch innocent people die—”
“The king is hardly innocent.”
“The king will not be the only one affected. Dozens of people will die—”
“Like his children?”
“Yes. His children.” She hesitated, glancing between me and the prince. Damning herself. “There will be no surviving heirs. The aristocracy will divide itself fighting for succession. The Archbishop’s credibility has already suffered—and his authority, if your presence here is any indication. I would be surprised if the king hasn’t already demanded an audience. The Chasseurs will soon be leaderless. In the ensuing chaos, Morgane will strike.”