Wincing as he touched her neck, she just closed her eyes. He made no move to harm her, and she shouldn't have a reason to think that he would, but she couldn't help but be afraid of what she had seen him do. His hand was gentle against her neck, seemingly strange to her because of what she had seen of him. 
The only Warwick left.. Part of this frightened her. But with Damien so willing to serve.. Why should she be afraid? [i]He is the gun, and I am the hand that fires..[/i] She thought. [i]He is the hound that hunts for me.. He is the soldier an I am the general.. His actions are all dependent on my word.. Damien's actions are my choice.. My responsibility..[/i] Cateline partially understood why some of her family would leave him in the basement.. It was a dangerous power to have.. 
"Cateline.." She said, her voice a bit more sturdy and confident. "You may call me Cateline.." Looking down, she tried to pull what was left of her dress together to cover exposed skin. She looked up to meet his eyes. She knew now that the world was not a place to be alone. It was not the place her parents told her it was. It was dark. It was unforgiving. And she had a weapon just as evil..