Angel turned around and took a decanter from her fridge. She poured a large wine glass full of deep red liquid and drank it slowly, not looking at the pitiful mortal whom she needed to catch Dana.
For she would catch her. And she would kill her. Then Daniel would be hers. Remarkable how blood cleared the brain, made anything possible. Daniel would be hers forever, no matter what Cain said.
Cain. A cold shiver ran along her spine at the thought of her father. She banged the now empty glass on the table with such force it shattered into pieces, splattering the last drops of blood everywhere.
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