Spinning around, I walked into the house, knowing that the guys were following behind me. We were silent; there was no need to talk, and nothing needed to be said. I said my peace, and now everyone had the option of either falling in or falling out. Either way, I was done.
Every step that I took into Hallow was like walking through mud. Already, I was beginning to be weighed down by all the unseen tethers of each and every demon in the western hemisphere.
I could feel the happiness of millions, their fears, their joys, their rage. Everything seemed to pour down on me until I was desperately gasping for air. And yet, not one of my men seemed to realize it.
Dante, Tank, Beau, and Luca were softly joking with each other, happy that I called them mine. Dimitri and Eric, a weird team if I ever saw one, were talking about the security measures surrounding Hallow, as if anyone stood a chance of getting into this sanctuary.
