I clomped down the hallway toward the Situation Room, the fluorescent lights lining the hallway flickering in their effort to turn all the way on. I knew the Hallowed would be there, expecting news. What I hadn't prepared for was the look of determination on all their faces.
I stood in the doorway, one hand on the doorknob, as I tried to make sense of their courage. Their totally misplaced courage.
“Tell them," Knowles said. I might have taken offense from his tone - no one ordered the devil's daughter - if it hadn't been for the sense of kinship I felt with him. I knew he, more than anyone else here, knew what it was to have once been Father's - and what it was to deny him.
I stood straight and let my gaze linger on each of them before I spoke. Finally, I stepped forward and placed the
