"Yes, I don't. If my father didn't tell me, then there's a reason why he kept it from me.. Us.." Her tone was serious and loud, like she just kept trying to prove some ridiculous point, and I didn't like it. I was there to help her, but she pushed it back.. Refused.. Once again leaning on the people that she claimed they were her family, but betrayed her non-stop. I understood that she had spent her life with those people.. That she was acting completely bitchy to me now, and refusing to tell me the real truth why she suddenly changed her mind about finding out.. But she was used on being the one that the world revolved around, and she just didn't understand that other lives depended on this too.. I wasn't doing it just for her. Adam was connected to Amelia, and if she was related to Amelia, then that automatically made her a target too. But she acted like she didn't want to be saved suddenly, and it firstly confused me, but seeing the frustration she expressed just angered me even more. What the hell was she up to? Her words repeated in my head.. She said there was a reason why her father kept something like that from her.. To protect her? Hell no. How could she be so blind? "Did you seriously just say that?" I managed to ask, completely taken back by still that pure confusion, yet the frustration and anger in my voice clear.. She was acting unreasonable. Selfish and ungrateful. It was as if something had gotten into her, and she refused to give me a clear answer. I saw the effect my words had on her. She was frustrated with me.. Running her hands up her hair as she changed her weight from one leg to another and took in a sharp breath. "I just don't want to know, Christian, what the hell is the big deal?" Again, that harsh tone frustrated me to the core.. It angered me seeing her give me attitude while I was only trying to help her.. But at the same time, I was seeing this different side of her.. No matter how confusing her words were, I saw her.. Raw and pure in front of me. Just like every time we got into some argument, I saw her clearly. And that fearless, bold and brave personality.. That anger I effortlessly noticed flashing behind those wild eyes.. It drew me madly towards her.. Like nothing ever has. I managed to focus on the anger in me, returning with the same loud tone as hers. "It's not just about you." And it was all a lie.. That was the last thing I had on my mind to say.. But she distracted me.. It was the only excuse I found in that moment.. Because I was lost on her.. Her attitude not repelling me, but attracting me like some force that came upon me. I had to focus on my anger.. Anger towards myself because of the thoughts swirling through my head.. Because of the insane drawing I felt towards the girl in the worst moments possible. She kept quiet for a few seconds, looking at me with anger and disbelief. Was it because I said it was not just about her? I doubt she even knew what she was angry about at that point. "I'll be out of the house when you throw the party then. I don't want to meet any witches, and Amelia can do that if she wants to. Don't worry, I'm not going to stop anyone else from finding out," She explained, allowing spark of hurt to slip through her tone.. Perhaps from something that kept her occupied in that moment as well. "I just don't want to know." And again, that loud tone, those frustrated gestures, that boldness and rawness she was showing.. It made me snap. "It's you I'm trying to help, Lana!" I returned loudly, taking a few steps towards her, yet her fearless self stood still, not even flinching to my roaring words. That's what made me lose my mind.. I wanted to see her scared. I wanted to see her run. She was putting too much trust in me. Yet at the same time, I was seeking that trust from her. I was feeling that losing.. Losing of my mind.. My whole self around her.. I was drawn and I could not stop it. "I don't want your help! Just stop trying to save me, Christian, I don't need saving!"And instead of focusing on her words, I focused on her fury, seeing her true self, and thinking, Christ, she is beautiful. And damn stupid for not fearing me. But it was the fearless Lana that attracted me that night. And the same fearless her that was attracting me now. I could feel the loss of control.. The loss of resistance for her. It was the same as that night.. God, help me, but I could not stop myself.. I could not keep away. And instead of doing that, I reached for her arm and pulled her closer. "Do not argue with me." A threat was all I had.. It was all I had left to say.. I refused to admit. I refused to admit the real reason why I was daring her to argue with me.. That was what I was doing, wasn't it? I was unconsciously trying to bring out that fierce, that fearless side of her, and it didn't take much work. Because that what she was. Brave and fearless.. In full rawness showing every inch of her true self and making me lose my mind in that exact moment.. I didn't even know why we were arguing anymore. All I could think of was her, and how damn gorgeous she was.. How much she was alluring me in that moment.. And I tried refusing it.. I tried fighting against my own urges.. I wanted her to run. Not that I would hurt her, but that I would tell her the truth.. Which could scare her off.. But how could I.. How could I make someone so bold and fearless run away from me? I was holding her perhaps harshly against her elbow.. Holding her close to myself and searching her face. Yet those daring wide eyes stared back at mine.. Green, blue, ember.. All those colors wildly swirling together.. Mixing, changing.. Changing with that frustration and anger that I was bringing out of her. And she didn't even flinch. She didn't even more. Instead she returned with the same loud tone, only seconds after I warned her not argue with me. "Why?!" The pull she managed to preform, in full frustration pulling away from my grip.. Christ, it took me everything not to pull her back to myself and kiss her senseless.. What the hell was she doing to me? "Why, Christian? Am I supposed to fear you like everyone else? Is that what you want?" Perhaps that's what I wanted.. She was right. I wanted her to fear me. Because that way she would be just like everybody else. There would be nothing that would make her so damn special.. She wouldn't be the fearless Lana that I was seeking for so damn desperately.