Diana's POV
The silver blade pressed against my throat, Sarah's eyes wild with hatred as she pinned me against the wall. My body, still weak from healing the child earlier, betrayed me with its trembling. I couldn't summon enough strength to push her away.
"You should have stayed dead," she hissed, her face inches from mine. "Everything was perfect until you came back."
"Sarah," I managed, trying to keep my voice steady despite the burning sensation where the silver touched my skin. "Think about what you're doing. If you kill me, Ryan will—"
"Ryan will what?" she sneered. "Mourn? Feel guilty? He's already turning against me because of you. Because of that bastard child you brought with you."
Rage flared through me at the mention of Damian, giving me a momentary surge of strength. "Don
