See Chapter one for the disclaimer etc.

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The previous evening.

Stephen followed the girl. He kept to the top of buildings sop that she wouldn't notice. She jogged quickly, checking her watch. She had to be at the Wolfram and Hart offices for ten o' clock. It was the only time her father could meet her, or so his secretary had said. She slowed when she came to the front of the building and fixed her dark brown hair. She wanted to look her best. She pushed open the door and introduced herself to the security guard. He led Iseult Macdonagh to an office. She knocked and Lilah Morgan opened the door.

'Hello Iseult. My name is Lilah Morgan. Why don't you sit down?'

'I'm here to see my father, Lindsey.

'I know but I couldn't tell you over the phone. I have some bad news. I'm afraid that your father is dead.'

'I see. thank you for your time, Ms. Morgan'

'Wait! Don't you want to know when or how?'

'Not really he is dead. There's nothing I can do about it.'

'You are his only living heir, you do know that?'

'I don't care about any inheritance'

'It's quite substantial. Why don't you let me take a DNA sample and when it's proven you're his daughter you'll inherit your father's estate.'

'Ms. Morgan, I already told you I'm not interested in money'

'Yes, but you could learn so much about him from his belongings it would give you something to remember him by'

'I suppose. It would be nice to have some of his things….'

'I have a test here you can take then when it's proven you'll get everything.'

An hour later Lilah leaned back in her chair. The idiot had fallen for it. Once she proved that this girl was a muse, she would be worth a lot of money. It was a good thing she had Lindsey's mind read. It told her all of his dirty little secrets. Secrets she would now exploit to get a promotion. This, she thought, will how the senior partners how committed I am to this firm, much more committed than Gavin.

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Stephen continued to follow her, wondering what she was up to. She had come out of the Wolfram and Hart building looking upset but determined. He had followed her to a hotel she went inside and came back out ten minutes later changed into a low cut red dress and looking gorgeous. She went to a downtown club. He had no trouble following her inside; he simply ignored the bouncers outside of the club and walked in. He spotted her immediately. She was dancing in the middle of the floor on her own, totally absorbed by the music, not noticing the guys who were watching her or the other people on the dance floor. He waited until she came off of the floor for a drink of water, and then approached her.

'Can I talk to you?' he inquired.

'No, I'm sorry I'm not interested in you'

'But-'

'Or your friend or going for coffee and no I'm not a lesbian'

'I want to know who and what you are'

'Leave me alone or I'll call the bouncers'

'I saw you stake that vampire earlier and leaving Wolfram and Hart'

'I don't know what you're talking about'

Iseult was starting to get flustered, he had seen her stake the vamp but he also knew what it was. Who was this guy?

Stephen grabbed her arm.

'If you won't talk in here we'll leave'

'Let me go or you'll regret it'

'No'

'You saw me stake that vamp earlier. I can take care of myself and I'll stake you too.'

'I'm not a vampire.'

'Stake through the heart hurts a hell of a lot even if you're human.'

'Come on, we're leaving'

'Fine, I'll go but take your hands off of me'

Stephen did as she asked and they left.

'I'm staying at the royal' she told him.

'I know' he answered 'Room 133. We can talk there.'

Iseult walked ahead of him, head held high, hiding her insecurities.

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