“I’m pretty sure he doesn’t, Cass,” Aaron said.

“Well, I was just going to say—”

With impeccable timing, the pilot hailed Lucas to discuss last-minute flight details. A crew member took our overnight bags, then the attendant showed us to our seats. By the time Lucas returned, the plane was taxiing down the runway. The attendant followed him in and took beverage orders, then chatted with Lucas for a moment as the plane lifted off. And if you think this sidetracked Cassandra from voicing her opinion about Lucas’s situation, then you don’t know Cassandra.

“As I was saying,” Cassandra said after the attendant delivered our drinks. “I really fail to understand this whole rebellion of yours—”

“Cass, please,” Aaron said.

“No, that’s fine,” Lucas said. “Go ahead, Cassandra.”

“One would think, if you are serious about this Cabal reformation business, then the best position from which to effect change is within the organization itself.”

“Ah, the Michael Corleone strategy,” I said.

Aaron grinned. “Hey, I hadn’t thought of that one.”

The light flashed, telling us we could remove our seat belts. After taking his off, Aaron stood and shucked his jacket. Underneath, he wore a T-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. Now, not every guy can pull off the sleeveless T-shirt look, but Aaron…well, Aaron could. And the sight temporarily diverted Cassandra from her course. As Aaron reached around the corner to hang his jacket, her gaze slid down his well-muscled arms, and came to rest on his backside. A look flitted through her eyes, more wistful than lustful. Then she jerked her gaze away with a sharp shake of her head.

“Michael Corleone,” she said, honing in on her target again. “Do I know him?”

“From the Godfather movies,” Aaron said as he lowered himself into his seat. “His father was a Mafia don. He didn’t want any part of the family business, but finally decided to take over and mold it into a legitimate business. In the end, he became exactly what he’d rebelled against.”

“Is that what you’re afraid of?” Cassandra asked Lucas.

“No, but the basic premise holds. One man cannot reform an institution, not when everyone working for him is happy with the status quo. I’d face such serious opposition that my authority would be completely undermined and, if I continued, the board of directors would have me assassinated.”

“So you pursue individual acts of injustice from outside the organization.” Cassandra sipped her coffee, then nodded. “Yes, I suppose that makes sense.”

“And I’m sure he’s thrilled to hear that his life meets with your approval,” Aaron said.

She glared at him. “I was simply clarifying matters for my own understanding.”

“Okay, but why do you always have to beso damned antagonistic about it? You never just ask questions, Cass. You lob them like grenades.”

“Aaron,” I cut in. “You said you have two addresses. One in the city and one outside it. Is that an old one and a current one?”

“I’m not sure,” Aaron said. “They’re under separate aliases, an old one and a current one. According to Josie—”

“Josie?” Cassandra cut in. “Your source is Josie? Oh, Aaron. Really. The woman has porridge for brains. She—”

“I’m not sleeping with her.”

“That’s not—” Cassandra shot a glare around the cabin. “Where is that girl? What, she serves coffee and disappears until the flight’s over? Paige’s cup is almost empty.”

“Uh, that’s okay, Cassandra,” I said. “But thanks for thinking of me.”

“If you need anything, just press the buzzer by your elbow,” Lucas said. “Otherwise, I’ve asked Annette to stay up front so we can speak freely. Now, about these two addresses. The rural one is under an older alias, but we should check out both. It won’t take long.”

“It’d be even faster if we split up,” Aaron said. “Lucas and I take one, you ladies take the other. That way, we each have a spell-caster for breaking in and a vampire for sneaking around.”

“Good idea,” I said. “We’ll take the rural address, and leave the city one for Lucas, in case he needs to do more than peer in the windows. He’s the break-in pro, not me.”

Cassandra’s brows arched. “And you admit it? That’s a first. You really are growing up, aren’t you?”

“Cassandra?” Aaron said. “Shut up.”

“What? I was praising her—”

“Don’t. Please.” Aaron looked at me. “I wish I could say she hasn’t always been like this, but she has. After a few decades, you get used to it.”

“Get used to what?” Cassandra said.

“So,” Aaron said. “How do you guys like living in Portland?”

Cassandra and I stood on the side of a country road, our rental car parked behind us. Through the thick brush and gnarled skeletons of dead trees, we could make out a tiny cabin that looked like it predated indoor plumbing.

“Uh, rustic getaway cottage?” I said, double-checking the address Aaron had scribbled into my notepad. “Maybe they preferred life before electricity.”

“This is ridiculous,” Cassandra said. “I warned you, Paige. Aaron is far too trusting. He hates to believe anything negative about anyone, but that Josie is, bar none, the stupidest vampire ever to walk the earth. Probably gave him the names of her ex-boyfriends instead of Edward’s aliases. She—”