Syra looks at him. Nodding her head. Hugging him one last time and kissing him on the cheek. She frowns and watches him leave. Sighing. She hated being alone. It made her an easy target. Expecially for that group of gangsters...who's leader wants her to be his property. Which she'd rather jump into a lava pit of hell than be his trophy. She shakes her head and climbs down the building and goes into the entrance. She smells something strange. It almost smelled like...gasoline! She runs out the entrance of the building. Barely making it out the front door before it blew sky high. The blast's force sent her flying across the street and hitting the ground hard. She groans...and forces her aching body up. Who would do such a thing? And why had they done it? It was almost like they wanted to kill her. Not that it would. It would just hurt like a bitch. She groans. Getting up and feeling the burns on her backside. They'd heal...rather quickly...they'd heal. It came from Gabriel...his second soul he gave her...sped up healing and kept her from dying...a lot. She frowns. It was going to sting when this one started to heal. She grabs a jean jacket from the park bench. Slips it on...and walks back towards home. Sighing...now...she was jobless.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Jace turns his head to her. Sighing sadly. "I wish...but alas...I do not know what type of demon you are." he looks away. "I haven't touched you...so I couldn't know." he then turns back to her. "If I knew...I'd have to be able to see you." he says quite honestly. Frowning a bit. She was sure to leave now. Sure she would laugh or riducle him. "I'm...not sure...but I am the prince's cousin." he says honestly.</span>