In a fit of rage, I wrenched out of the Diabolical's grip and ripped his hood from his head, my dagger gripped tightly in my hand. It wasn't Ramsey. I didn't know this one's name, but I'd seen him before in the Gathering Room.

"Why are you out after the dark hour?" he asked, the sharp accusation in his voice cutting deep.

"I could ask the same of you. Of all of you," I shot back. I slid off my hood to wither them into the earth with the force of my glare while I ...