With a slight flick of the wrist, Trixa send one of the knives flying, sinking it in the wall next to his head.

Of all the stupid questions to ask. How did he think she was. Zeke was her brother, her family, her life and while intellectually she knew he was alive somewhere, emotionally... it was like he'd died. Left her alone, like Kimano. Left her with a gaping hole in her heart and this time there wasn't a demon to trap and rip to shreds.

For the first time since her arrival, she felt absolutely powerless. And her sorrow was only matched by her anger.