Xander's words stung, and June had to refrain from growling at them. How could he speak about her master that way? He would never have sent her to die, he was greatness and perfection. It was June who had failed, who had let him down. She deserved to be cast out.
"I did not ask them," she replied softly, almost hesitantly. "The other demons would not want me. I know I can be of use to you, I know I can. There has to be some use for me. Please, master?" She was all but begging him now. There had to be something he could use her for, some kind of direction he could give her. There had to be. "I can do anything you ask of me, just name it. I want to please you."