Chapter 68

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 dangled the bell from my pocket in front of me. "What's with creeping up behind me to leave me this?"

"Shit, it's Dawn," one of them said.

"Damn right it's Dawn." For a second, I forgot why that might be important, but then I remembered everyone thought I was a killer. "You let me go without telling anyone, and I'll let you live."

"We already know you're not a murderer," the one who'd grabbed me said. "Ramsey filled us in."