"Okay," she agreed, smiling softly at him. She did feel better that they were away from the assassins. That she had gotten to him on time for a change, and that for the time being, she wasn't getting that unsettling feeling of upcoming death.

"I don't know how much help a banshee would be when it comes to witchcraft, but I'll do anything I can to help with protection." He didn't know her and considering everyone knew her 'public image', she was fairly sure she was going to need to prove herself before he knew she was capable of something. And she knew she was plenty capable of most thing. Except when it came to the supernatural. And singing.