No one can be trusted.
How prophetic had been those words he’d written. How apt. How irritatingly, fittingly, fucking appropriate. She gritted her teeth in anger and pain.
And frustration?
No. She would not give in to these men. She would not let them have the Grimoire.
She wanted it. Not because she needed it, but because she was determined no one else should have it. It was like a prize. This hunt for the book had become a contest and Donna intended winning.
Life and death.
Win or lose.
There was no turning back now, even if she wanted to.
Life or death.
She looked at the guns.