"Remember when we first met at the University? Everything I told you about me was true. My dad was a smuggler and a damn good one at that. I spent my childhood travelling the entire world. We went everywhere and met some amazing people, not all of them human. He had laid the groundwork for what I built upon."

"I remember, okay so who is your mother," I asked and she smiled.

"You are like a dog with a freaking bone," she replied giggling again. "My mother was as human as anyone outside these walls. I on the other hand am not. You might call it a recessive gene. The...