Page 136 of Stolen Faith
“I will when I have time.”
“I’m going to tell my archivist to tell your husband to make you go to therapy.”
“That sentence was a mess.”
“It was, but I mean it. Therapy. Soon.”
It was on her never-ending list of things to do. But it probably needed to move to the top. When they’d finally made it home, she’d taken all of Franco and Devon’s belts out of the closet, put them in a box, and shoved the box into the garage. Neither of her husbands had mentioned it.
“Is that an order, Fleet Admiral?” she asked, because though he was right, she sure as shit wasn’t going to do it because he’d told her to.
“No. Because every time I give a fucking order, people do the opposite. It’s like herding cats.”
That, Juliette could absolutely agree with. She was still mildly pissed that Kailani and Benjamin thought they could ask to dissolve their trinity.
“Everybody’s out here picking their own trinities, joining the Mafia, running around rescuing cats…” Eric waved one hand in the air.
“You’re really hung up on cats.”
“Maybe I should get a pet,” he said morosely.
Again, Juliette laughed.
He cleared his throat and looked at her. The mood shifted, and Juliette focused, knowing that this was no longer Eric talking to Juliette, but the Fleet Admiral talking to the Grand Master.
“What are you doing about the people who know?”
Juliette raised a brow. “I’m going to share information with you because it’s vaguely possible that an information breach on our side might affect you, but any information I choose to disclose is my call. My decision.”
Eric narrowed his eyes but didn’t argue.
“The Black Arrow unit was a nine-person complete ops team with one admin, one logistics officer, and seven strikers. In addition to those nine, two executives within the company knew the information Barry gave about us when he hired them. We’ve acquired majority shareholder power over the company and reinforced NDAs for everyone involved. Two of the unit members are young and have the potential to be exceptional, so we might recruit them.”
“The mercenaries aren’t the ones I’m worried about.”
No, they weren’t who Juliette was worried about either. She took a deep breath. “Somewhere between five and fifteen members of Crossroads Salvation Church were given explicit details about the Trinity Masters—everything Jonah Morgan was told by his informant.”
“Who told him?” Eric demanded.
“It doesn’t matter.” She had no intention of telling the Fleet Admiral that, years ago, one of their members had an affair that resulted in a child. The member ended up telling his illegitimate offspring about the society, but never told the society about said offspring. That child, Ryan Myers, was—had been—intelligent and capable, and he’d known the identity of the Grand Master. He’d gone after Harrison, Juliette’s brother, when he’d held the title.
“It’s one thing to know about the society…there’s always rumors. But they knew who you were,” Eric said. “And you hide the identity of your leader. It’s one of your best kept secrets.”
“It’s a secret, yes. But there are always members who know, or suspect, the Grand Master’s identity.”
“How did an outsider know?”
“Their informant knew the identity of the previous Grand Master.”
“Your father, mother?”
“A different member of my family,” she said, not willing to give more details than that.
“Okay, so your parent died, and they figured you’d inherited.”
Oh, how she wished it was that simple. Maybe she should leave it at that. Let Eric draw his own conclusions.
Except, eventually Franco would say something to Colum, who might say something to Eric. She could forbid Franco from talking to the Irishman. She could tell Franco to never reveal any additional details. Franco could keep a secret—he was keeping plenty of them—he just didn’t always think it was necessary. He, possibly rightly, thought she and Devon were overly secretive when it came to sharing information within the society and with their allies.