A quick, deep, assured, stabbing thrust. And death before the evil creature, her daughter, could stop her. But then hope, that cruel thing, came to taunt her. Caine would come for her, wouldn’t he? He would know she needed rescue. Because deep down he cared for her, didn’t he? But when he did come, if he did come, Gaia would kill him, wouldn’t she? And then I’ll do it, Diana told herself. Then the quick, deep, assured thrust. Not before.
