Love stared down at the body of the young woman on the floor, her eyes wide and frozen in the face of terror she had worn in the moments of her death and her hands shook.
"Love?" She heard her name as if through a deep tunnel, but was unsure who had called it.
Lifting her head up she stared around her blankly and her eyes caught Captain Hunter's brown and hazel orbs, regarding her questioningly. But looking back down at the body on the floor, Love realised she was feeling a strange and unfamiliar emotion - anger.
She was angry at herself, she was angry at the Helsings for not unearthing the possibility that the Black Star dealers were holding captives, and she was angry at the criminals themselves.
