Anna closed her fingers around it. For a minute she just sat there in silence. What could she say? She was pissed. Her nostrils flared but that was the only movement for a minute. She could already hear their voices telling her I told you so. And she had known. She kept telling herself he was evil, he was a demon, of course he'd do something like this. So why did it hurt?
"Out." Anna stood up, unsteadily, but she was standing. Her Grace was in her hand and that was enough for now. She had enough strength to stand. And even if she ripped open the wounds on her back, she could heal herself soon enough. "Get out. Take your hound and go."