Once again, someone wanted to control me, to steer my life in a direction I didn't want to go, especially if it meant death. That had happened too many times - when I'd become the world's only slayer at the tender age of nine, when cancer had ripped my mom away from me, when the devil insisted I marry him, and now this. How about someone ask me my thoughts and feelings about what I wanted to do instead of taking advantage? Did everyone think I was an empty-headed blonde who couldn't think ...