Why?" I demanded of her. "Why bring the child into this? Why not just come straight to me?"

"Does it matter at this point?"

I shrugged. "Not really. I'm curious."

She stared at me for a moment and then she smiled. "You don't know."

I eyed her warily. "Don't know what?"

"Dear boy," she said. "This was never about you."

I scowled. "I don't understand."

"Obviously," Arianna said, and gave me a stunning smile. "Die confused.

Auteur: Jim Butcher