"Stay back!" Kathy said, her grip on the knife steady and sure. She might end up forgetting the word for the weapon she was holding, but her body remembered what to do. "Don't you touch me! Or any of them! I promised to protect them and I swear I will!"

Where was Dante? Or Anders? Or Stars-somebody? Or even Carthage? The blue one was one of the more dangerous members of the cult and Kathy couldn't kid herself about her abilities to hold her off for long.