For the first time in years she was actually relieved that Caine had cut her out of his life and didn't care for her anymore. It probably just saved thousands of lives.
"He's not coming," she said evenly. "Whatever you have planned won't work, Greg. You know he hasn't spoken to me since I was a kid. This little plan of yours isn't going to work and when the Master finds out he's going to be seriously pissed off."
Greg shook his head ruefully. "Oh, he'll come, Danni. I'll make sure of it."
She sighed heavily. "I see. Then I should probably go ahead and get this out of the way."
"What-" he started to ask only to be cut off when she backhanded him. He stumbled back several feet, tripping over his own feet and falling on his ass.
"That felt good," she said with a smile, not caring one damn bit what they did to her now. As long as they didn't get their hands on Caine she could accept whatever the hell they had planned.
He glared up at her. "You fucking bitch!" he roared, jumping to his feet and charging after her.
She waited until the very last second to step to the side, sweep her leg out and strike out with her fist landing the blow right to his throat. He slammed into the wall behind her, choking and gasping.
Leaning over, she promised him, "If the Master is ever stupid enough to turn you I will happily stake your ass."