A beat passed, two.. It seemed as if he was scanning my face for a second, but I really wasn't trying to trick him. I was curious. He finally looked in front of him, before stopping and looking on the side. He was the one leading the way. I just followed along. "Well, you're becoming nosey." "I thought we crossed that 'private line' a long time ago?" Silence once again feel over after I asked, and I was starting to become curious on why this seemed so important. I didn't have bad intentions, just the war seemed to be the reason why we were enemies. I didn't know much about it. "I was in Europe during the whole thing." He finally answered causing a smile to strength my lips. Of course he was going to answer. He asked so many questions, and then hesitated answering any of mine. "Happy?" I saw from the corner of my eye how he looked at me, but I just continued grinning, somewhat satisfied that I got something out of him. No matter how random it seemed. "Very." My mouth parted as I was about to ask why was he in Europe when he was the king's son. He had an important role in the whole thing, but something distracted me. My thoughts were slightly mixed and I couldn't exactly tell what it was that took my attention so suddenly, but I trusted myself enough to know that it wasn't out of the blue. I tried listening carefully, and there it was again. A slightly crunching, this time a little clearer. I frowned, stopping and trying to figure out the direction where the noise came from, but the silence once again dominated, and Christian didn't even care to notice as he continued walking. And then there it was that little crunching again, not from the leaves underneath us, but.. Different. He passed a few meters before realizing I had stopped. He turned around. Confusion seemed to wash over his face, but didn't he hear that too? "Lana, what,-" I made sure to cut him off by placing my finger over my lips so he would keep quiet. But there was no one there. It could've been a night bird, or an animal, but I wasn't crazy.. There was something out there. "You done?" I had the urge to punch him right there. What did he mean 'was I done'? I was the responsible one while he just insulted and made arrogant statements. I could see the annoyance on his face, but I hoped that he could see the anger on mine. I was looking out for both of us, and he thought I was making it up.. I found myself walking up to him, and I'm not sure what exactly went through my head at that point, I just didn't want to bother so much when he wasn't giving a tiny rat's ass if someone was out there with us or not. He was on a werewolf territory, so he was the one that was more in danger. Now, the closer I got to him, the more his smirk grew, 'cause yea, it was so satisfying to piss me off. I walked pass him, feeling myself pouting slightly, and I knew he would have a comment about that too. I just wanted to get this done, and with him acting the way he was.. All arrogant and mean, it made me angry, and it was a distraction having to think how big of a dick he was being while I was trying to keep an eye on everything at the same time. It would've been better if we didn't talk the whole way there. "Don't pout, princess. There's no one out there." I continued walking, hearing his footsteps behind me, and I won't lie. I was insulted that he thought I was making the whole thing up. It's true, nothing could be heard after that, but did he always have to be right? Is that what he was used to? I knew I was going the wrong way, considering there was a slight ravine in front of me, but I just stopped, looked at the bottom filled with a bunch of dry leaves, and thought how good would if feel to just push him there. I could feel the anger growing inside me, and whole confidence and the fact that he thought he knew everything.. The fact that he thought he had to be right was what I hated. I found myself biting the inside of my cheek before I turned around, watching how he walked now towards me. "You only trust yourself, don't you?" He looked down, trying to somewhat hide the smile on his face. How could he find this funny? Or was he just trying to irritate me more? "It's not funny, okay! I heard something, and I swear to God I won't ever try to warn you ever again,-" His slight laugh was heard as he stopped a small meter away from me and looked at me. "Why do you get angry so easily?" "Because you're emotionless! You don't show any damn feeling, and it's frustrating. And now when I'm over here trying to help you find your stupid necklace in the middle of these woods, you laugh." I took a slight breath before continuing. "You don't care about anything, don't you?" I snapped at him, but once again, there didn't seem to be any emotion on his face other than that arrogant smirk. "I didn't hear anything." He once again said, and I really didn't know what else to do. I crossed my arms over my chest, still staring at the coldest black eyes there were, seeing all the darkness behind them, and feeling that turn in my stomach. I couldn't understand this guy. It bugged me that I couldn't read him, or get to him. "Well, I did, and I have a better hearing than you." The second I said that, I watched how slowly, the smirk on his lips started disappearing. He stared back at me for another few seconds before looking on the side. Yes, I went there. Vampires didn't have as sharpened hearing as us, and if he was going to make fun of me, I was going to look for his weak spot too. However, something else seemed like it was going through his head. "Lana," He said, still looking on the side, but for some reason it seemed like it was more of a question than anything else.. Or my ears were still buzzing from anger.