"She is a brave woman, Greg. But she is not your woman. She is his."
His gaze followed 'Tina's across the room, to where Crystal knelt
beside the injured Breadon. She was cleansing his wound, which was as
it should be. But there was a softness, a tenderness, to her
motions ... and a look in her eyes. Greg looked away, suddenly aware
that even from the beginning he had felt this barrier between them.
Perhaps Crystal had loved him, for a while and in a fashion. But she
loved him for his strength, his power, his ability to rule. She was a
woman of the ruling class; ever her conscious trend would be toward
allegiance with those who led. But in the show-down ... when instinct
overcame logic....