Thursday: Never Could I Ever, And Yet

She'd thought she couldn't even try to live without her own autonomous identity.  Then, in a day and a night, she became Cole's wife, and the prophecy's ... yes, vessel was an entirely appropriate term. She'd been sure that through her grief and despite the lure of evil she could hold on to her good memories, that she could stay rooted. And then he pulled that off of her, twisting it, too. Her love for her sisters, her mother and grandmother, all turned to hate -- and suddenly, all she needed in the world sparked and cracked like dry ice in her palm. All she wanted, lived for, was that measure of control.

Some part of her was actually baffled, in an amused way, by Klea's taunt. The issue was irrelevant; all that mattered was the smooth, sure thrust of the dagger, and knowing all the while the victory was hers.