Selene was shocked by what he was saying to her. This was not the man she knew and loved. The man that had protected her from the shadows when she was too meager to do it herself. He had killed her father and was hell bent on sending her to see him.

She felt the knick of the blade as it touched her neck. Reached a hand to her throat. None of the horrible things he wanted to yell at him came out of her mouth, just a gurgle of blood as it spilled from her lips and poured over the hand clutching her throat.

Through one final breath she whispered that she loved him, then collapsed in a heap against his chest, blood pouring quickly from the 'Italian smile' he had given her. At least she died with a smile, she thought as the world went black and her body fell limp, dead, against him.