None of us had slept much and our frustration over last night’s events had our tempers running high. After we’d secured Silvanus in the dungeon, we’d taken Jackson’s remains to his family, staying to see him off to the afterlife. We’d altered their memories, a decision that weighed heavy and didn’t settle well for me. Or my brothers. We might be wicked, damned things, but we had our own morals. Gray and skewed as they were, there were some acts even we—the morally compromised—questioned.
