Daniel scratched his jaw. "I've got my suspicions," he said. "I used to think she saw something in me. Now I know she did. Let's just say it was my face." He rolled his head against the plaster and looked at Holly. "She needed it to get what she wanted." He shrugged. "I don't know why I don't get off on violence. Well, I do, but not like her. I'm pretty green, eleven months. Maybe I'll get more evil with time."

He crossed his fingers.