Even though it sounded impossible for Christian to love himself more than he already did, it was very much possible. And we were both aware that sharing compliments lead to sharing thoughts, and sharing thoughts led to a bedroom.. And a bedroom lead to things I shouldn't be thinking about right now.. I just hoped he didn't really know what I was thinking because, God that could be so easily embarrassing.. "You seem ready for the attack." He finally answered after a few seconds of silence and I was able to release that grungy breath that was caused by those thoughts that only tensed me up even more. "You got me." The slight smile of relief stretched my lips as I looked back towards the crowd but it faded almost as quickly as it came as I thought of ways to get this over with possibly sooner, without any distractions either.. "I was um- I'm gonna go look for her." I took a step to start going, hoping for no questions in the process. "She had enough time to adjust." Him wrapping his hand around my wrist however stopped me. I looked back at him. "Don't have to.." He was looking somewhere in the crowd as he said that, before he slightly pointed with his finger to some direction in front of us. And I saw what he meant.. She was just on the other side of the room, talking to some random people and smiling with a wide smile, having no clue that we were about to ruin her night by making her tell the story about our dysfunctional families. "There she goes.. Our new story teller seemed to had gotten her guards down perfectly." True that.. He just had to let me go first if he wanted this plan to at least start somewhere. "Yea, now let me do this." I said without looking at him, sounding pretty confident in my statement as I took a step start walking, yet his hand around mine once again pulled be back lightly. I looked at him not even realizing how close we were as I turned. "Careful." The way he searched my face for a second, waiting for a promise to that simple word was a look in his eyes I always admired.. Protectiveness and possession that sometimes lost its limits, but was still darn perfect. "Witches can do a mind reading spell within seconds, you won't even notice." "I can handle witches.." I looked back towards where she was standing as he slowly let go of my hand. "Just be close when she loses her consciousness, I'm not planning on carrying the bitch too." And with that said, I started walking towards her, while he simply confirmed. "Alright," ~ "Miss Belvins?" The witch looked towards me, probably having no clue who in the world I was and why I was approaching her. "Hi," I stopped near her and handed her the drink I was holding. "Welcome to the ball." The polite smile she offered took me by surprise, taking the drink and sipping instantly for it.. Honestly, I regretted for not already pouring the injection in there before I gave it to her.. I didn't know she had such apatite for alcohol.. "Oh, I'm so sorry, how rude of me.. I just swooped in like that.. It's just that, I'm trying to meet as many people as I can while I'm here.." Blabbing was my best way of distraction, even though sometimes I did it without even realizing that I was starting to rant.. This time it was on purpose though.. And there seemed to be some kind of an understanding in her eyes, instead of looking at me like I was a total weirdo, so that was a good sign. Or she was just really really drunk. "I'm Lana by the way," I reached my hand and she shook it as I added. "Lana Morpher." She shook my hand while still sipping from the drink, but the instant I added my last name, she seemed genuinely shocked.. Even almost choking on her drink too.. She had insane large ember eyes that made me think that she could actually already read my thoughts by just looking at me, but she seemed good at hiding her feelings too, making me think if she even knew my father at all.. "Morpher?" It was the first time I heard her voice in that whole situation.. It was raspy and pretty strict if you ask me.. "You're Khan's daughter, huh," My fake smiles were starting to hurt honestly, but I still tried my best. I couldn't figure out what was going through her head either, and that made me a bit frustrated because I couldn't read her properly, and I already felt like she could read me like an opened book. "Yes," I acted a bit surprised, making my voice sound as polite as possible. I didn't want her to ever assume that I was doing something on purpose, because witches could act quicker than any of us.. "You know my father?" "Oh we go way back.. I haven't seen him in years, but-" She stopped, scanning me like she was trying to find some kind of familiarity in my features. "I'm sorry, you just,- you do look like your father a lot, but I suppose you look like your mother as well.." Good. I had the convo going pretty good. "Well, I do resemble both of them. My looks from my mom," We were walking slowly, somewhere.. I wasn't even sure, but it was a way of just changing the spot since it was getting crowdier and crowdier. "My temper from my dad,"