"Oh." I dragged my finger through some ganache. "A month ago, I would have been first in line for that option." Save Ari, ditch Nava. I wasn't shocked, though it still was kind of sucky to hear it spoken aloud. I shrugged and licked the chocolate off.
"Your existence has upset the order they've worked centuries to create." She scooped up some omelet. "If my ritual works, the Brotherhood can never know. They must believe that Rabbi Abrams performed the regular ceremony again. That he'd made a mistake with the ritual the previous time. These ceremonies require precision and other factors can interfere with magic. If, for example, your brother was feeling extreme emotion."
"Massive. He was also hammered."
"Perfect. Now, if they know you possess a means of inducting a Rasha without them sanctioning it?"
"We could check for other descendants that the Brotherhood didn't think to."
"Sheket." Dr. Gelman gripped my hand. "You're not listening. They will kill you. Kill Ari."