I sat on the floor, next to the gogota's slime. I couldn't stop poking at it. If I did it enough times, maybe it would become something else. Take away the fierce sting of hurt. I'd barely been Rasha for any time at all, and still, the magnitude of this betrayal stole my breath away.

We killed demons. We didn't modify them to be more effective and send them after our enemies. Except, it seemed we did. Someone in the Brotherhood did and it didn't take a genius to figure out who'd be ...