"You are just a child," I said, staring at Lydia in disbelief. "You cannot be more than twenty years old. How are you using Covenant magic?"
"I am twenty one. And I learned from the best teacher possible." Lydia's smile widened. "My father was Elder Mordecai. One of the thirteen you murdered."
The room went cold. One of The Elders had a child. A child who survived the Montana assault. A child who wanted revenge.
"Your father was part of an organization that tortured thousands," Owen said, his voice hard. "He helped imprison supernatural beings. He served ancient gods who wanted to enslave reality. He deserved what happened to him."
"He was my father!" Lydia's calm expression cracked, showing the rage underneath. "He raised me. Taught me. Prepared me to continue his work. And you killed
