“Thank you,” I said after a moment. Diana’s forehead wrinkled in response, and I clarified, “For coming back for me. It must have been hard to fight the compulsion.” “It was easy.” She shrugged. “She told me to leave, to tell no one, and to run. I did all of those things. She didn’t tell me not to hit her with my car.” Diana’s mouth curved into a wolfish grin.
