" What are you?" she asked. " A monster," said Kell hoarsely. " You'd better let me go." The girl gave a small, mocking laugh. " Monsters don't faint in the presence of ladies." " Ladies don't dress like men and pick pockets," retorted Kell. Her smile only sharpened. " What are you really?" " Tied to your bed," said Kell matter-of-factly. " And?" His brow furrowed. " And in trouble. "