Dallen said nothing all the way out of the party. Nothing on the way out of the building. Nothing on the way to the car. He got in the car, put his seatbelt on, but he didn't start the car yet. He continued to say nothing, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. He knew he had to calm down more before he started driving.

Somehow, this was worse. Worse than just assuming that maybe Crowley had had someone before him. This was knowing it. This was knowing it and knowing that it was someone like that. Someone so different from him, someone wild and dangerous and definitely an outsider. His sunglasses were so stupid.