When she looks up into my eyes I see that she's breaking down, tears quickly filling up and falling down her cheeks. “I didn't think I'd ever see you again,” she whispers. “I thought I was going to....” She doesn't finish the sentence. She doesn't need to. I hug her tighter and speak softly. “Did they harm you? Are you injured?” She shakes her head and presses it back to my chest. I stroke her newly blonded hair and tell her that everything's OK now, that she's safe, that we're both safe. Then I lead her to the car and sit her down in the passenger seat. She's shaking slightly as she sits there, her tears starting to dry. “What happened?” she asks. “Why did he let me go?” “Because it's mutually beneficial,” I say, taking her hand in mine. “If he'd have killed you then he'd be risking his own life. I'd have never stopped hunting him.” She smiles and squeezes my palm, tears filling her eyes once more. “Thank you...I don't know what to say.” “You don't have to say anything Kitty...”
