Lila half-turned toward Malik.

Malik dissolved into flame. That familiar dancing blaze of gold and orange contained within a human outline with the merest suggestion of a face.

"If the Brotherhood is trying to repeat history?" he said. "Your peaceful isolationism is over."

"I have survived much. These games mean nothing to me."

"No? Not even if they carry out David's plans? If your ex-lover wins even while in the grave?"

Eww. David had slept with ...