"I HATE YOU."

"No, you don't," Rich said. "Stop talking. They're probably listening."

Lisha clamped her mouth shut. She wanted to scream at her father until the pink morning sky turned back into night. This man had ruined the lives of his entire family by putting his faith in a movement that had immediately betrayed him, whether they realized it or not.

They betrayed their own, too, she thought. Mad is wounded. That one guy, Royce? He's dead now.

If Mad ...