A/N: Thank you for the lovely reviews! It makes me want to keep writing, even though my copy of "Halfway to the Grave" keep looking at me with a very daunting expression!

I switched her unconscious body over to the passenger side of her truck and drove to the cave. She remained solidly passed out during the trip and the entire time I stripped her to her underwear and manacled her. I was actually a little concerned I had maybe done some serious brain damage, but that thought was overcome by admiring her undressed. I've seen women in all manner of lingerie to try to impress me, or men in general, but something about her simple white cotton bra and knickers struck me as almost unbearably erotic. She wasn't trying to be sexy, she just was.

Under her halter top and rather baggy jeans hid a long, lean figure. She was fairly tall for a woman, around 5'8 or so, with long legs and the beginnings of a very curvy torso. I was betting that, in a few years when she finished filling out, she would be devastating. As it was, she was breathtaking. Well, if I breathed she would be.

I sat on a boulder and waited for her to wake up. It took a good bit, and when she did, a look of unmasked pain crossed her face and she immediately retched. She stretched out and realized she was shackled, then realized who her captor was, and a brief look of pure panic crossed her face before she masked it back into control.

I immediately set to work trying to find out who had sent her after me. Someone had to, knowing how close I was getting to Devon, and therefore getting to Hennessey. I've perfected the art of interrogation over the years, using a variety of methods, and I can break just about anyone. Yet I couldn't break her.

I hated having to do it, but I slapped her, trying to get her to talk. Yet this young woman, almost still just a girl, refused to cry and gave back - verbally at least - as good as she got. She startled me so much she had me laughing. Never laughed so hard during an interrogation before.

I had this odd hunch that something was different about her - she smelled like a Renfield, yet she was strong enough not to break down and confess who her boss was. Even had the stones to ask me for a drink - and clarified that it be something without clots. Sodding woman drank the last of my good whiskey, too.

Finally, I knew I would have to bite her to get control of her mind and get her to confess. I was millimeters away from biting her, my fangs scraping her skin, when I noticed a green light that wasn't coming from my eyes. I drew back, and Lucifer's bouncing balls, it was coming from her! i grabbed her head in shock.

"Look at your bloody eyes!"

"Don't need to see them, they change from grey to green when I get upset," she mumbled.

Bugger me dead, I thought she was full of shite when she talked about being half vampire, but only vampires had eyes that glowed green! She had to be telling the truth! And if she was telling the truth about being a half-breed, that meant she was telling the truth about not having a boss...

And that meant no one had sent her to kill me...

And that meant it was just fate that dropped her in my lap, as it were...

And that meant she was meant to be mine. She just didn't know it yet.