“She’s a goddamn traitor,” Butch said loudly. Brent scowled and took a step toward him, but Julia shook her head.
“He’s right,” she said, her voice clear and strong, carrying over the crowd. As she stood there, the cool breeze playing with the ends of her hair, she reminded me of a painting I’d seen once of the British warrior princess Boudicca. Their features weren’t similar; it was the lift of the chin, the proud set of their shoulders, that brought the resemblance to mind. “In Margolis’ eyes, I am a traitor. I set Jace and Jessica and Evony free because it was the right thing to do. All Jessica and Evony had done was try to rescue the people they loved. And Jace’s only crime was being a djinn. That wasn’t enough for me. They were innocent of any wrongdoing. And so Dan” — she stopped th
