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Diana could only see the side of his face, but his was not an expression of wild joy like Drake’s Caine’s eyes stared frorimace It was the only tily No trace of the easy charm The movie star bone structure was there, but now he looked like a shrouded corpse, aecho

“Look! Hah hah hah! It’s growing back!” Drake shrieked, and waved the end of his hideous tentacle in her face He was right Within the blunt-cut disk a burowth Like a salaenerate

“There! It’s the town,” Drake yelled “There! Now you’ll see Now you’ll all see!”

“What is this place?” Jack wondered aloud He glared at Diana, accusing, bla her

Not ued silently Not my fault, Jack, not my fault you eak and followed me, you stupid fool, you needy, stupid fool Not my fault any of this

I’et by, like always, like always

It’s what she did, Diana, survive And alith style Her own terenius: being used, but always using back Being abused, but then returning the abuse, with interest And re, always, Diana, cool Diana

Not her fault, any of this

“Look!” one of the soldiers yelled

So in the road ahead Like a small tornado, like a ind made of coyotes, and there, at the center of the madness, a human body

“Dekka,” Drake said with special relish

Dekka dropped the coyotes Dropped Edilio, too No choice Nothing she could do to help him now

“Good-bye, Edilio,” she whispered

Now there was only the mine shaft She ran

The Escalade skidded to a stop Drake was out and running after her before the car had even stopped