Lana's POV "Nas Ex Veras, Nas Ex Veras, Nas Ex Veras e ementas asten," The girl kept repeating the words as I watched with full attention how the candles enflamed, then faded out, and all over again. I didn't understand a thing. The language was either Latin, or something similar. Either way, I didn't get it. Her eyes were closed and her voice got more intense and loud with every second that passed, but being the first time I saw a witch perform a spell, I concentrated on how she frowned, and how whatever force or energy she was using effected her. She knelt in front of the small table, and seemed so focused.. At some point I swear it felt as if the air got ticker.. I on the other hand just sat on the couch leaning my elbows on my knees and just observed. Glancing at Christian from time to time, he seemed to be just standing there with crossed arms and making sure everything was going alright.. However, I didn't find any of this normal. Things like this had been kept out of my reach for my whole life. My father made sure of that.. Or I just never came across a witch before.. Nothing seemed to happen on the map before her though. The small amount of 'magic' ash or whatever she put on the map didn't move like she explained it should. A slight wind blew her hair, and she went silent. Opening her eyes, she looked at Christian as she put her hands down. "It's not working." I heard myself exhale a slight breath. Of course it wasn't going to work. I already told them. If my father really had that necklace like they claimed he did, he would make sure for nobody else to get a reach of as long as he was alive.. Standing up, I leaned over the little table and blew the candles. "Told you." I watched her stand up and round the table. "What if we get something that belongs to him? Or if we get to the house, and you do the spell directly?" Christian seemed desperate for a solution. He kept trying to come up with things that may or may not be useful, and Calliope was opened for suggestions.. However, I doubted that anything could work. "No, look," I started off, trying to be as clear as possible. "I know my father. If your friend really gave him this necklace and if it has any kind of meaning to you, he already made sure that you will not find it." I hated to admit it, but my was capable of doing anything to protect our family.. Even if it meant such dark secrets like this. "He does have business with some powerful witches. If this didn't work, then it will be easier to just ask him. Or I don't know.. My brothers?" Christian seemed frustrated after the whole thing. he couldn't stand in place for a few seconds straight. Shifting his weight from one leg to another, crossing and uncrossing his arms, running his hand through his hair multiple times.. What did that guy do that had them so eager to destroy him? "You actually suggest asking, Lana? For something that he obviously doesn't want to be found?" I really didn't know what to say. He was kind of right, but then again, it could be my brothers that ask. "Lana has a point. They have a witch on their side, and the locator spell is cloaked*. I don't have enough power to break it." I glanced at Christian and I could see that frustration on his face. It really has been a while since he tried finding the necklace, and there was no luck. "Why did your friend give the necklace to my dad?" He sat down, getting a hold of his head for a second before he looked up. "Long story." His voice was slightly raspy, his hair messy, and after Calliope trying multiple spells since this morning, we could all agree that it seemed like way too much for one day. "We have time." I kept insisting. I really didn't know the story how exactly that necklace that seemed so important to him ended up in my father's hands.. Basically making me a part of it in some way. Now, I wanted to know. "You Morphers are a huge number.. The biggest pack. And being the only ones that weren't involved in the situation, it ended up in your father's hands. Luke trusted him, and I trusted Luke." Silence fell over for a few seconds. I looked on the side, keeping my hands crossed over my chest, and I could feel myself starting to drawn in that hypnosis of thoughts. I heard myself release a slight breath. "I'll call Marco. He's our only shot in finding the necklace." I glanced at my phone. I knew Christian was going to have a problem with it, but I already went towards the stairs, walking up before he had the chance to complain. I listened to the few rings before he answered. "Where the hell are you, Lana?" Right. I forgot to call him last night, and then just texted him. "I texted you," I tried defending myself, but I could tell from the sound of his voice that they already had trouble keeping it a secret from dad. Marco and Jack were the only ones that knew where I was.. Well, not where I was, but that I was alright at least.. "You can't ask me something like that and then not call me!" I rolled my eyes.. Clearing my throat slightly, I changed the subject. "Look, I will figure something about the contract myself.. But right now, I need you to ask dad something.." "What now?" There was annoyance in his voice, and I knew I asked a lot, but we agreed on doing this for our family's safety. "Marco," I started off, making sure that I had his full attention. "It's not a joke." I heard myself gulp slightly, as I sat down on the bed. How was I supposed to explain this to him? "There's a necklace that was given to dad, and I need it. It's magic connected, but it wasn't at the lake house." A few seconds of plain silence were heard from the other line. I could hear water running, and I knew he was probably letting the water run from the faucet in the bathroom, 'cause growing up with parent that could listen to any of your conversations with no effort, it seemed to be the only way of distraction. "So? That's it? That's all you're going to say? A magic necklace?" I listened to his voice slightly echo, mixed with the running water. "No, I'm asking you to ask dad. Or, if he denies to tell you, try looking for it at the house.. It's not his." The sigh from his voice was a sign of obviously me asking too much. "No, I kind of got what you want from me, Lana.. I'm asking you, are you even planning on telling me why you need a magic necklace that dad keeps for someone else?" "I don't want you involved in this, Marco. I just wanted to know if it's at the house.. I don't want to put effort in something if it's not even hidden." Once again, a few beats passed before I heard him continue. "Okay, but.. I already went through his office to find the contract and there was no magical jewelry there. I still have a shot at asking him though." But as he kept talking, I kept thinking what I was dragging everyone around through.. I was risking a lot, and at that point, I did not want my father finding me there.. "You know what, don't. I can't handle dad suspecting something right now, and you know him.. He'll figure it out one way or another." I took a moment.. Like I had something to say, but the thought simply disappeared, and ended up replaced with all the chances of dad maybe eve know where I was.. Maybe he figured it out. Maybe it was just another one of his tests.. Slowly, Marco's voice through the phone rang in my ears again. Somewhat getting louder.. "You sure?" "Yea." I cleared my throat, slightly. "I'll call you later." And just like that hing up. I knew I had him confused, and Jack too cause they told each other everything.. But, I could not risk anything. Not at that point. Not when I was so close to finding out what it was about Alexander that bothered me so damn much. Before I could do much, wonder much perhaps, I heard a slight knock on the door, just to see Christian walking in. "You shouldn't have done that.." His voice was deep but smooth, and I had never seen him so calmed before. I knew he probably overheard, but I would expect for him to look for every way possible to find something that seemed so important to him. I knew I would. + "Told him about the necklace?" He had his hands in his pockets, but just frowned slightly in denial. + "No, involved him in this. If I learned anything when leaving home is not to tell my family where I was going.. Or that I was even leaving." I looked back at him before slowly standing up from the bed as I glanced at the side. "He might slip." He added making me focus back on the conversation. He was right. But I trusted him.