Rude? In certain circles. For Danielle, it wasn't rude so much as painful. She'd wished again and again and again that that night had never happened, that she hadn't given in to Dad's demands, that she hadn't let Shawn comfort her and steel her resolve.

But...wish in one hand, spit in the other. See which one got full first.

Hint: It was always the spit. And then you had a hand full of spit, which was just gross.

"Like that," Danielle said quietly. "I don't know what her name was. I wish I did." She shook her head. "What you have to understand is that before it happened, I was a hunter, just like all the Palmers."