“Why?” she shot back. “If the de — I mean, if our friends over there in Greencastle can’t even recognize us for what we are, then I don’t see why you felt the need to abandon your family for some sort of mythical ‘protection.’”
He gazed at her evenly. It was hard to look back at him, to meet his eyes and see the very real sorrow there — sadness for what she and her sisters and mother had suffered. Voice quiet, he said, “Do you think Belial’s cambions are our only enemies? There are many forces of darkness in this world, and I couldn’t take that risk.”
There didn’t seem to be much she could say in response to a statement like that, so she lowered her eyes and made herself take a few more bites of her meal. As far as she was concerned, Daniel Lockwood and the rest of his little cabal were
