A sociopath. That word was nothing knew: hell, she though that would be what most people called her, if given the chance. However, there was a difference between what she did and looking at Drake. She'd seen the look on his face in plenty of other people, people she killed. People that needed to be brought down.

And him just coming back after a head shot was starting to bug her. There was tenacity and there was THAT, which didn't make any kind of sense.

"Why isn't he going down?"