Chapter 6 — Under the Lace

The chapel came apart at once.

Damon came up out of the front pew, and the composed mask was gone, ripped clean off, and what was under it was raw animal panic.

“Get her away from the body!” he roared, and his hand clamped down on my shoulder hard enough to bruise.

But I am a mother, and I had a mother’s strength in me right then, and I turned and shoved him back so hard he stumbled into the pew, his perfect performance collapsing in front of every person he had been performing for.

The guards stopped where they were, thrown.