as pretty as she was , she was nothing but an empty shell , with a venomous streak to her that ought to send any young man running for the hills . she had drained them , ended them . it looked exactly like one of the stone cottages at the end of luis 's driveway at what would one day be luis 's house in the country , cider mill farm . why he , unlike the majority of other dark-hunters , did n't have a human servant to look after his affairs . 