Everyone present seemed to have stopped breathing. Allen's sword was grazing Sydney's throat, and Sydney's silence felt like the calm before a deep, gathering storm. Michael saw that there was no anger in Sydney's eyes—only an ancient pain, the story of a wound centuries old, one that Allen's words had torn open once again.
Michael stepped forward, placed his hand on Allen's sword, and gently lowered it."No, Allen… you are wrong. You only know what the world chose to show you. The truth is not what you heard, nor what you read in newspapers published by sold-out media."
Allen glared at Michael in fury. "Michael, are you taking the side of a demon? By doing this, you are siding with sin. You don't know how many innocent lives this woman has destroyed!"
