What else could you call the bruises and broken bones that she and Shiva had caused each other? Some people would call it torture, the way that she had played with her but Cass called it a lesson, a dance. She had been willing to die, she hadn't understood but she understood it now with her own dying breath. She knew what death felt like, not just through others eyes but her own.

"He's..." Her feelings were conflicted on her father. She hated him, she hated everything he was and would always put herself between him and his target but she loved him. She loved him. He was her father, she loved him and she wanted him dead. "He was teaching me how to kill. I'm as much a monster as he is."

She had killed.

Her fingers moved quickly, darting to his face as if to hit before she turned her fingers soft tapping his cheek lightly with perfect control. "You looked."