Once again, someone wanted to control me, to steer my life in a direction I didn't want to go, especially if it meant death. That had happened too many times - when I'd become the world's only slayer at the tender age of nine, when cancer had ripped my mom away from me, when the devil insisted I marry him, and now this. How about someone ask me my thoughts and feelings about what I wanted to do instead of taking advantage? Did everyone think I was an empty-headed blonde who couldn't think for herself? Better not, because I liked to get stabby. Just not, you know, with myself.
"You could be right," Sawyer said. "He wants inside your head. Or he's not at full strength and wants to see if you can do his work for him before he gains in power."
Not exactly what I wanted to hear. If that was
