Chapter 13: Ember

Milo was standing at the top of the aisle in a suit. They'd had it made. Tiny black tie. Hair growing back in thick dark curls he still hides under the beanie half the time out of habit. My father hadn't told me. He'd told him, though — three weeks earlier, apparently, over breakfast, and the little demon had kept it secret from me the entire time. "Presented for adoption into the blood," my father said, "and for a name." Milo walked all the way down alone. Nine hundred people watching....