After a shower and a few hours sleep, Faith was feeling a little more ready to go speak to Angel about the whole Dean thing. She trudged into the office, and walked in, interrupting Wesley and Lorne, who were in there with him.
"Morning," Angel said, looking up. "Or rather, afternoon."
"Yeah yeah," Faith replied, collapsing down onto the couch. "I was up all night with Sam."
Angel raised his eyebrow.
"Not like that, you big perve." Faith opened one eye to glare at him. "He was at that house I investigated. And we kinda got locked in."
Wesley turned to her, almost nervous. "Was Dean there?"
Faith sat up suddenly. "No, he, uh... Sam said... he's in Hell."
There was a shared guilty look between the three others in the room and Faith picked up on it immediately.
"You knew," she said, a hint of betrayal in her voice. "When did you know?"
"We had an idea that it would happen, but we didn't know when," Angel said gently. "We were trying to find a way to stop it - "
"How long?" she asked, struggling to not yell.
"A few weeks - "
"And you didn't tell me? Why?" Faith stood up, arms folded.
"We were trying to protect you. What Lorne saw - "
She immediately turned to the demon. "You knew as well?"
Lorne had the good grace to not meet her eyes. "Yes, I read him one morning."
"You know, I should be used to betrayal. Especially from Angel and especially from Wesley, but you, Lorne?" Faith glared at the three of them. "I thought better of you."
She spun on her heel.
"Faith!" Angel stood, ready to chase after her, an arm outstretched to calm her down.
"No," she said, turning. "I swear to God, if you touch me, I will rip that f-ing ring off your finger and stake you myself. You lied to me. You hid something from me. And we are not ok right now."
And with that, she left, leaving the three men to wallow in their mistake.