Ordinarily, Terpsichore wasn't a violent person. She didn't go after people and tear them down, but today was different. Today, she was lying in a hospital bed, scared and in pain, and if her father wanted to go and find Candace and make her pay, she couldn't find it in her heart to stop him. Not this time.
"Candace," she said, the second syllable turning into a hiss as her leg twitched under Apollo's hand. "Candace Burke. She used to live in the Village, but I don't know where she is now."