A sneer lifted his lip. "I have no desire to see war consume the Court of Mercy, nor another Fury fallen," he said in a cold voice. "Why would I want to hand the Court to a monster like her, or to bring home another broken Fury as my father's pet? They fought, bled, and died for us. Their freedom was justly won. My father may choose to forget such things, but I do not." Pelleas lifted his chin, looking down at me with disdain. "I didn't know, Danica, and if I had, I would have helped you, not her."
