I knew he glanced at me, but I kept my eyes on the sight before me. "You gave up?" His voice was once again so smooth, but deep and cold at the same time.. That effect that made me curious of its mysteriousness, but at the same time, soothed me in some way. I almost closed my eyes to take it in as the conversation from before flashed though my mind, but I just looked back at him, and faked a faint smile. "No, I just decided not to torture myself with thinking about it.. I'll find a solution. Right?" I heard my voice slightly trail off as I spoke, but then his eyes slowly focused on mine, and I went completely quiet. I looked away. "Well, I don't think you would like my kind of solution.." Right. Killing him. "Yea, I considered it.. But then I would have a whole pack of angry werewolves on my back, and I don't think I want to deal with that quite yet." I heard a low chuckle escape him and it always seemed like a success when I made Christian laugh.. He was always way to serious. Turning around, I leaned on the balustrade turning my back on the views but facing him, and finally saw the concentration in his eyes while he started at the millions rows of trees underneath us. "Christian?" I always called his name before I asked something, and I think we both got used to it, cause he always answered the same. "Yea?" His tone was filled with that same coldness as always and a real bit of interest. "Why do you need that necklace?" He looked at me.. I didn't look away.. I mean, I was honest with him, right? He should too. He simply took a few seconds, and I noticed how his eyes glanced from one feature to another on my face as if he was trying to read me. But he was quick till he took a sip from his whiskey and looked back in front of him. "To kill someone." Wow. As simple as that? There was still a little whiskey left in his glass, so when I reached my hand to take it, he didn't seem surprised, he just let the glass go. I felt like I was getting used to having him around, and he didn't seem to have a problem with that. I took a sip, and looked up at him. "Is that the same person that made a chaos a few years ago." I repeated Amelia's words, and I wondered if it was true.. If this person, whoever he or she was, had a motive to want to destroy them.. I understood that he was eager to be the first one to do that.. It was his family that was in danger. I would want the same. He glanced at me. "You could say that.." I must say, he figured it out quick enough not be surprised how I knew, but I'm glad that I knew some things Amelia told me.. I wasn't surprised when he told me the reason why he needed the necklace. I mean, it was something all of us were ready to do for our families. But, I couldn't focus on any subject when there was only one thing in my mind.. Only one intention why I came in his room. "Look, um, I'm sorry about before.." I gulped slightly, not able to find words to continue. "I should't have left like that." Was that it? Was that why I came here? I couldn't seem to figure myself out that night, and it started getting out of hand. He took a step forward, leaning his elbows on the balustrade and looked back at me. His lips were slightly parted and his eyebrows raised as he looked up at me. "What else would you have done?" "I don't know.." I shook my head slightly, turning around leaning the same way he did. I could feel his eyes still on me from the side, expecting an answer, but what was there to be said really? "I got scared." I found myself finally say through a slow breath, and when I looked back at him, I saw curiosity in his eyes no one could really explain. Perhaps he had the enchantment in those black pearls I could never understand, but got lost in so deeply each time our gazes met. "Of what?" He continued after a second. I span the glass slightly, concentrating on how the liquid mixed more as I slowly shook it. "Of making more mistakes.." I found myself mumble.. I didn't want to take the subject too far because I already saw what happens when I'm left talking to him too long, but I was already deep into this conversation, and once again, I didn't mind it. "In one night." I finally added, looking back at him, but it seemed like the second our eyes met, he looked in front of him. He tried escaping that moment of silence as much as I did.