Isma stared dully at the covered corpses. The fact that they were discussing her father's body still seemed surreal, dreamlike. Some part of her still believed that Therron Altera could still be alive, somehow.

"I doubt they would leave my father's body lying in the road," she said after a pause. "Wouldn't the Council wish to make an example of him? I think it's more likely that he's inside that building."

Isma blinked in sudden realization. "And perhaps they have my mother kept there as well, if the Army hasn't yet moved her! Is there any way to sneak in that you can see?"