Well that's what should have happened. I was all ready to be burned like one of those over-cooked party sausages. You know the kind, the black ones your uncle does and you have to pretend you like? I braced myself, and I even started doing a little prayer. It pretty much went like this: Oh shit I'm in trouble. Someone help me!

Then someone did. I'm serious. One second I was being cooked alive, the next a dark figure cut my ropes and threw me onto the ground. And it hurt. I didn't get much time to think however as Jesse appeared beside me. He looked down at me worriedly, before helping me to my feet.

"Are you ok?" he asked as my hand flew to flatten my hair. I had the feeling that I looked far from perfect right now. But if I did, Jesse didn't seem to notice.

"Yeah. I think so." I replied vaguely looking around for his little sis. She seemed to be well taken care of, if the fact she was having a swearing match with another ghost girl was any indication. Wait a minute. Another ghost?

Jesse followed my gaze and gasped. I don't think he'd been expecting to see his baby sister using that kind of language in front of his girlfriend. Or friend. Or ex-girlfriend. Whatever the hell I am. I've kind of given up on him ever informing me.

He looked from me to her, then back to me again. Shock was etched all over his face. It was actually pretty awkward. I'd never imagined getting to meet Jesse's family – well alright I had, but that's beside the point – but I never thought it'd be like this. I always pictured it with them being all nice and well….normal. Not having one of them trying to burn me at the stake.

"Susannah. What is going on?" he sounded angry. Angry at me. Like he thought I'd somehow managed to tie myself to that stupid pole and set it alight. I mean hello, his sister had tried to kill me! Most girls wouldn't be this nice to the brother of someone like that. Even if he was incredibly hot and spoke Spanish. Which is why I didn't exactly hold back when I explained to him.

"You want to know what's going on? I'll tell you what is going on Jesse. Your baby sister tied me to a pole. Yes, that's right. A FREAKIN' WOODEN POLE. Before setting me alight. And you know why she did it? I'll fill you in shall I? Because she didn't want to upset the big guy upstairs. Oh, and Paul from Hell. So don't you dare talk to me like I've done something wrong."

I had been wagging my finger in his face as I'd been talking and was surprised to find that once I'd finished he grabbed it – much I'd done when we'd first met – and threw it beside my waist. He looked even more angry than before and slightly annoyed.

"She," he said pointing at the blonde girl in the long skirts, "is not my sister."

That one floored me. I looked at him like he was crazy. Maybe he was crazy. Except he was Jesse, and Jesse just wasn't crazy. He was too well….um normal. Well for a ghost.

"Well then who is she?" I asked sceptically.

"She is Maria and Diego's first daughter." He told me softly. I could see the annoyance in his face. But she'd told me he was her brother. Doc had said she was Jesse's sister. It made no sense.

"Now wait just one minute, she told me she was your sister." I told him. He ran a hand through his dark hair and muttered something in Spanish. Then looked back up at me with angry eyes.

"The girl is Maria's child. She was born out of wed-lock. My family took her in, how could they not? My father agreed that Maria had to marry before the child's first birthday. Neither my father nor Maria's father trusted Diego – it was his child – so they chose me to marry her. They knew I would keep the family secret. The child was to be brought up by us. It would be seen as my own. But when I was murdered things changed. They must have told her I was her brother and let her stay at my father's ranch."

My mouth almost hit the floor. That's why it said she was Jesse's sister in the book. They had to cover up the fact Maria had got knocked up before she was married. She didn't even look like Jesse. But then again she wasn't his sister or his child so she wouldn't.

It certainly explained a lot. She must get the craziness from her parents.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I choked. It was kind of weird sorting out our relationship issues while Rosa-Lynne and the other ghost were having a cat fight. But beggars can't be choosers I guess.

"You never asked." He replied bleakly. I rolled my eyes. Like I was just going to go up to him and ask if his ex had a kid. It's not exactly a conversation starter.

"Whatever Jesse. You never told me squat about your life. I asked when we first met. Remember?"

"You asked me how I died."

"Which would have led onto the secret kid thing."

He gave me an annoyed look which told me I was right.

"Look, I really do want to talk about this, but right now we have a more pressing problem." I looked at the two girls who were now tearing each others hair out. You can't them alone for two seconds can you?

He followed my gaze and nodded. But just as I began walking he grabbed my hand. I turned to look at him questioningly.

"I didn't tell you because I didn't trust you. I just…I didn't want you to judge me by my past. I didn't want you to see me as another case for you to solve. I wanted…." He stopped abruptly as one of the girls crashed into us, throwing us onto the floor with her.

"You take bitch number one and I'll take the bitch number two." And with that I flung myself at the nearest girl ready to get my arse kicked again.