How could so much change so rapidly? She would hate Rabastan until her dying day. Or at least until the moment she was able to slice open his throat to watch the blood drain from his body. He deserved a painful death. Maybe she would be fortunate enough to grant him one. He'd taught her a lot over the years they worked together how to extend a person's pain. She looked forward to being able to use his techniques against him. Once she was able to keep a man alive for three days while she tortured him into giving up all of the intelligence he had on their enemies. That had been purely business. Rabastan was personal. She would do much worse. He tried to ruin her life and she wasn't about to let him get away with it.