Those pitch black eyes looked back at mine, and in that moment all I could think was, God I have never seen such dark eyes with so much light in them. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that.." I heard myself say, watching how he focused on my lips as I talked. I could feel his hand one side of my waist, and I knew that Christian hated sentimentality, but with the way he looked at me, his eyes seemed to speak about something completely different. And it was quite the distraction. He knew only of deals, and lust, and handling this as a solo.. But he had to learn that it was okay to care, and love, and work as a team. Because I was ready to. And after hearing what he said next, I knew he was too. "I don't want you to be.. You out of all of us don't deserve to be even slightly part of this." He pressed one hand over mine and pulled it down as I let go with the other one as well. He passed by me, making me turn around and look at him. "Adam can't get to you. No matter how much he's trying.. I'm gonna go and stake him over and over and over again until I drain his body from the very last drop of blood.. Until he-" "You said it, Christian, he can't die." I managed to interrupt, hearing the promise in his voice, yet knowing that it was only the rage controlling him. Perhaps some would be triggered by such thoughts expressed out loud, but I- I knew what it was like to hate someone so much and not be able to do anything about it. He shrugged his shoulder as he threw the paper on the small coffee table, this wildness hiding behind those eyes when he looked at me. "I'll rip his head off then." "I don't think that'll help." And then the arrogant disappointment kicked in. He puffed. "I know, I tried. His body goes to solid rock when he's in such unconsciousness. It's like a defense mechanism even when he's unconscious for two damn years." Downing his drink, he pressed the glass down on the small table as he popped his ass on the leather armchair. "It's impossible to break." I took a few steps back towards him. "Is that what happens with all of you vampires?" He kept quiet for a few seconds, so focused on me as I walked towards him before just reaching his hand in a way of telling me to get closer. I took it and with an effortless pull, I almost lost all balance. He seemed to have it all planned and under control as for I ended up on his lap with his arm around my waist and his face inches away from mine. I put my arm over his shoulder just so I could play with his hair, but no matter how much those dark eyes scanning my face distracted me, I wanted an answer to my question. So I looked away. "Us born-ones.. Yes. Haven't tried it yet though." I looked at him, the perfect smirk curling one side of his lip.. He was doing that eye thing that had me close to hypnotized. "But I had promised you.. I'll find a way, and in the next few days he will be dead." He ran his fingers over my bare legs, still holding me steady on his lap and talking so easily about some death that he claimed to had promised, while moving his gaze simply from my eyes to my lips and then all over again. "Maybe it's not him." I said. Oh wait.. Why did I say that? I just spent an hour listening to him explain why he hated this man.. It sounded like I was taking his side. If he threw me off his lap I would definitely understand. However, he just searched my eyes for a second before looking on the side. "It is him, Lana. Don't be naive." Sure, that may have sounded 'naive' but hey, we had to take all considerations possible. "It happened to you at the old house. It's the only explanation. He's trying to get to you. He probably wants you to free him." I could tell this subject frustrated him. I ran my hands through hair and kept quiet for a few seconds. "But why me?" "Because he knows I-" He stopped answering immediately, looking me straightly in the eyes and cutting himself of. I kept quiet, staring back at those blacks. He what? "I care about you." I knew sometimes the littlest actions could show intimacy, and me sitting on his lap and discussing such serious subjects was exactly proving that we were more than just friends with benefits.. But neither of us seemed to take into consideration that we were growing closer with each second that passed. I ran my fingers up and down his hair from behind slowly, not even minding my own actions.. Not even aware of them. "I heard that heartbeat minutes before we met. You didn't know me yet." My soul seemed full when I had him close and it was the weirdest thing ever. It was unbelievable for me. He continued the conversation, still scanning my face and speaking almost mechanically. "Well then he probably became a psychic while lying half dead in there." I almost laughed, but then again, this was a serious topic we were discussing.. No matter how distracted we both seemed at least half aware that so many people depended on this problem. So irony was definitely not what we needed at that moment. "Christian.." My tone was meaningful, making him roll his eyes and look on the side.