The master closet still had hangers in it. Katelina shuddered when she thought about whose clothes had hung on them before. Dismas. The black Executioner who'd smashed Loren's face. It was strange to think that she was standing in his old bedroom. The Executioners were their enemies and yet here she was, living among them.

Allegiances may change.

Like hell.

She put her things away and found Verchiel sprawled lazily across the couch. When he saw her, he stood so ...