So I found myself placing my hands on the sides of his face almost as if I was trying to keep him focused on me and me only.. He seemed a bit distracted as for his eyes roamed over my face with the kind of emotion and speed I could not follow up with. But once I held his face, he seemed to look back at my eyes with that same desperation that was hiding behind mine. I found myself releasing a desperately heavy breath that I seemed to had held the whole time I was staring back into those eyes. I pressed my forehead against his and closed my eyes, feeling how his arms around my lower back tightened as he pulled me closer. "I'll tell." Those words.. Those simple words. God they meant so damn much. And I didn't feel a single skip of my heart when I said them. I said them with the kind of ease I could not understand. I said them so effortlessly that I surprised even myself. I looked back at me and saw exactly the way he frowned. "What?" I was at a loss of words myself.. But I didn't regret what I said. It was no bizarreness. It was a simple promise that in that moment I made not only to him, but to myself too. So I looked him in the eyes and repeated. "Tomorrow.. I'll tell my father." Once again, I saw shock and confusion wash over his face, but he kept that frowned expression like he was still trying to see if I was serious. "Lana,-" "We can't keep hiding. Not anymore." I moved my thumbs near the sides of his lips.. God, he really had amazing lips. And I couldn't resist that butterfly kiss I left on them in that moment, while he was still too shocked to return. "Okay?" My voice sounded faint but I was certain in that decision. I needed him to agree though. It was the two of us in this. We made the decisions together. Honesty and trust was what we needed to hold onto to if we wanted to win that war against Adam. And now that he searched my face the way he did, almost as if he was processing my words once again in his head.. I couldn't help the faint smile that curled my lips. "You expect me to disagree with you while having you on top of me like this?" Good, I thought. I could stay like that for as long as he wanted me to. But there were other things we needed to discuss.. Things that didn't include our untamable desires perhaps, but still things that were far more important than losing ourselves in one another.. So I leaned back a bit, running my hands down his chest once again like I was trying to memorize the feel of his perfectly carved muscles underneath my fingers, the hear of his body underneath my hands.. "What happened last night?" I managed to ask, too focused on my own hands that he soon grabbed and put them away, like He couldn't really find much resistance to my touch. "You called me.. I came and got you away from the house." Silence fell over for a few seconds. That was what I figured it had happened.. But- "Do you think I went in?" His eyes met mine the very instant.. He caressed my knuckles with his thumbs so slowly, it tingled. "If you did, none of us would've been here right now." True. It would've been a damn bloodbath. Adam obviously didn't need me inside still. Or I woke up before the witches could allure me in there.. "Your father agreed to the deal." The words he finally said.. That was the real subject we were supposed to discuss. I kept quiet for another few seconds trying to think of what my father told me.. He seemed very determined to keep the deal he made with Christian. He was aware of the danger we were all in. "I heard. Did you..- was there a fight?" I managed, noticing how he looked on the side like he was thinking of it all in that moment. Again, I knew there wasn't because if there was a fight between them, one wouldn't had ended up alive. But I had to know of everything that went down.. "No. I had you unconscious in my arms.. When I gave you to him, I think he knew it was not war I was looking for.. At least not from him.." He shook his head slightly, looking back at me. "Not like that, not with you not knowing.. In front of everyone." He ran his hands over my forearms, allowing me to caress his face once again.. The sharp lines on his face were marvelous to look at, even more distracting to me now that he was only mine to astonish me.. "How is she?" I managed to ask again, making myself clear. "Amelia?" "She met your father.. Pretty coldly handled, I must say.. But she's dealing with it." I hadn't talked to her since after the ball.. All I could do was nod my head and hope for the best. "Good. That's good." Now he was the one that searched my face with some kind of an understanding, almost as if he was reading me rather or not he should say something.. "What is it?" I found myself say, sounding more worried than I intended. "Lana, we're trying to figure out how to get to the end of this.." He started explaining with carefulness like he was still uncertain of what he was about to say.. "They attacked first. It's our turn now to strike back. And we have a plan."