Cassandra screamed worldless rage, but adalinas slight whimper shattered her rage. Suddenly she was four years old again, at the mercy of her father. His fists coming down towards her, the whimper escaped even though she knew the noise would just make it worse, she couldn't help it....no! She was not that kid anymore. But the blood dripping off the knife...

[i]"I'm your father! You have to do what I say!"

The knife was in her hand, it's handle smooth in her grip. She swallowed...[/i]

No. Do not remember that either. "Don't" she whispered, tears stinging her eyes, "leave her. I'll do what I'm told" [i]for now...[/i] the steady drip of blood seemed to echo in her ears. "Just don't hurt her"