"Ah. Gotcha." I swallowed the last of my drink and set the glass down on the cocktail napkin, smiling as I stood up. "Thank you for the drink, and for not abducting me. It's been a trying day, so I think I'll be going to bed."

Theo slowly got to his feet. "You don't believe anything I've said, do you?"

"No. It was creative, though. You should talk to Sarah about writing it all down. I bet it would make a good book."

"You don't believe that I am a nephilim."

"Nope. I think you're an extremely handsome, quite possibly troubled man, but as for the fallen business? I'm afraid not."

I walked to the stairs that led to my room on the upper floor. Theo followed me.

"You don't believe that you and you alone have the power to save me?"

The laughter that burbled forward died in my throat at the look in his eyes. I stopped in front of my door, oddly disconcerted. "Theo, despite everything you've done to me, despite all the trouble you've been, I kind of like you. If there is something real I can do to help you, I would consider it, but this…" I waved my hands around in a vague attempt to explain. "This is beyond me."

He took a step closer to me, and his woodsy scent curled around me. "All you have to do is believe, Portia. You just have to have faith."

There was that word again. "I lost my faith when I was eight. It is long gone, never to return."

His jaw tightened. "Then I will help you find it in return for your assistance."

I did laugh that time, even though the expression on his face was one of grim determination. "Putting aside the fact that I am getting along just fine without faith of any sort, just how do you expect to do that?"