I had one job. Charm the girl, win her trust, and use her to get the information I needed. The problem with that was that she ended up being more than a pretty face. The more time I spent with her, the less I cared about what I was supposed to be doing. She had awakened something in me that had a dangerous edge, and only she had the power to sate it.
When the truth comes out, and the threat that she will be taken from me rears its head, I do what I have to in order to keep my sanity.
I take her and run.