I turned and walked back into the house. There was no one in the public rooms, and I had the sudden uneasy suspicion that the surviving Fallen might have left, abandoning this place and the few women who’d survived.

And then I thought of the Council room, where the Fallen gathered. Where Raziel had fed from Sarah’s wrist, forever changing the way I looked at things. They were there, I knew it.

The doors to the grand meeting room were shut. There were gouges in the heavy wood, and one handle had been smashed. I’d run away from here once in shock and horror. This time I was here to stay.

I pushed open the door and stepped inside, and a sudden rush of emotion hit me. I wasn’t going to cry, I told myself, no matter what. The men sitting at the table stared at me like I was an annoying interloper, but I had no intention of going anywhere. I kept my expression calm and smooth. Help me, Sarah, I said silently. Don’t let these bullies unnerve me.

Azazel sat at the head of the table, his face drawn with grief and fury. He stared at me with such hatred that I was momentarily shocked. He’d never liked me, that much had been obvious, but now he looked as if he’d like to kill me, and I couldn’t figure out why. I’d never done anything to him.

“Sit.”

It was Raziel’s voice, and the relief that washed over me almost made me dizzy. Just great: I’d fall at his feet in a maidenly faint. Schooling my expression, I turned to look at him. Like all the others, he looked like hell, like he’d been in a battle that he’d barely won. But he was alive and in one piece, though he appeared almost as angry as Azazel. Did they think I’d let the Nephilim in? What had I done to make them so angry with me?

Whether I liked it or not Raziel was my closest ally. I started toward him, but he stopped me with a word. “No,” he said. “Sit on the side. In Sarah’s seat.”

I froze. “I can’t.”

“Sarah is dead,” Azazel said in a savage voice. “Do as your mate tells you.”

“But he’s not—”

“Sit.” Raziel’s voice was low and deadly. I went and sat.

There were only a handful left. But Tamlel was sitting beside Azazel, trying to look encouraging, and the other man, the first one I’d given blood to, was sitting nearby. So near death, and they’d somehow managed to survive, which was astonishing.

There were no other women in the room. I missed Sarah’s comforting presence, missed her so badly that I wanted to cry. I sat and said nothing.

Azazel continued as if my arrival didn’t mean diddly, which I suppose was true. “Someone opened the gate,” he said. “We all know it. And until we find out who did, and why, we aren’t safe.”

“It wasn’t me,” I said promptly.

Azazel glared at me, and Raziel snarled, “No one thinks it was. Be quiet for now. Your turn will come.”

Hardly reassuring, I thought, sitting back in the hard chair that had held Sarah for so many years. Both Raziel and Azazel were furious with me, and it was only logical that they were pissed about the blood. I had a hundred excuses. My arm had been slashed by one of the Nephilim, and the men were down—what was the harm in trying to help? And it certainly hadn’t been my idea in the first place. The wounded man had simply latched onto my bleeding arm like a starving kitten. He’d been too out of it to realize what he was doing—it was no one’s fault.

Going back to Tamlel had been a different matter, but Tamlel was looking so calm that I was sure he’d speak up for me. After all, he was the one who’d latched on and used his teeth like some giant lamprey eel. He owed me support, considering the way Raziel was glowering at me.

“How do you think you’ll discover who let them in?” Sammael said in a flat voice, and I started. I’d thought he was one of the dead, but somehow he’d managed to survive. “It’s a waste of time. They probably ate whoever opened it, or else he or she was killed in the battle. I don’t know that you’ll ever be able to find out who did it. We should be putting our energy into rebuilding, not into useless quests for an irrelevant truth.”

“I know you are grieving the loss of your wife, Sammael,” Azazel said in a cold tone. “And the rebuilding process will start as soon as the boat is finished. In the meantime, the truth is never irrelevant. We will find who did this. Who was responsible for the deaths of seven of our brothers, and nineteen of our women. The Nephilim followed orders very well—they knew that to destroy our women would destroy us.”

“We are not destroyed,” Tamlel said quietly. “We mourn. But we are not destroyed.”

“Whoever let them in is still alive,” Azazel said. “I know it in my heart. We will find the traitor.”

“And then what?” Raziel said, refusing to look at me. “No matter how much you want to tear him limb from limb, we don’t kill. Not our own.”

Azazel set his jaw, not denying Raziel’s charge. “He will be banished. Forced to wander the earth. One who has committed such a crime will never find a bonded mate, and he will be allowed nowhere near the Source. So he will eventually weaken and die. There will be no revenge, no rejoicing. Simple justice.”

The Source? Sarah was dead. Someone must have been lined up to take her place, a kind of Source-in-waiting. That woman must have followed in my footsteps last night and saved the ones I’d tried to help.

But as much as I would have loved to believe that fairy-tale nonsense, I had the horrible feeling that that wasn’t the case at all. I had a really awful suspicion about what was coming, and I didn’t want to hear it.

Azazel turned his black, furious gaze on me, and I had the distinct impression he would have reached out his big strong hands and strangled me on the spot if he didn’t have an audience. He hadn’t liked me, not from the moment I’d arrived in this place, and that dislike had grown to monumental proportions.

“Why did you attempt to feed Tamlel?” he demanded. “You have little knowledge of our ways, of the laws that govern us. In your ham-handed attempt to help, you could have killed him.”

“He looks just fine to me,” I said.

No thanks to you, he probably wanted to say. “Answer my question.” His voice was icy.

I looked toward Raziel, but there was no help from that quarter. He looked almost as angry as Azazel. “I certainly didn’t plan to do anything,” I said apologetically. “I came downstairs to see if I could help—”

“Even though I ordered you to remain where you were.” Raziel’s voice was low and deadly.

Damn, was it some kind of crime to disobey one’s supposed lord and master? If so, I was in deep shit, and would continue to be as long as I had to put up with Raziel’s high-handed ways.

If he could ignore me, then I could just as easily ignore him. “I came downstairs,” I said again, my voice overriding Raziel’s, “to see if there was anything I could do. I saw Sarah—” My voice caught for a moment, and I deliberately kept my gaze from Azazel. “I saw Sarah wounded, and Raziel took me outside. When I went to get help because I saw Tamlel lying there, one of the wounded grabbed my skirt, begging me to help him. There was nothing I could do, but I knelt and held him, hoping to either comfort him until medical help arrived or at least be there with him as he died.” I glanced over at the young man, and he nodded.