"Someone made to kill you," she replied, her voice chilled. She flipped through the other pages. A letter from someone named Edmund. Holly took note of the address. London.

The human shut the folder and stood, smoothing out the wrinkle she had left in the duvet.

"It isn't fair," she said, looking at Theresa. "She didn't know. And they've locked her up forever, and it was all their fault."

Holly was beyond torn. From feeling sympathy for the former Slayer, to thinking of Daniel being in danger from the very same women, to Julianna's lies, and her father. It was too much.