"I know," Verity folded in on herself, pulling her knees up to her chest and shaking her head. "I know, baby, but I can't help it."
She watched through the hallway to the kitchen, hearing Fred moving around in the other room. "I grew up with him," she shook her head, knowing what she was saying was ridiculous, but unable to help herself. Just because she was related to him, didn't mean he had any less potential to be evil.