We didn't even reach the end of the street as for we were only a few feet from the building we dropped Calliope at, and I already put the car instantly back to stop. We were on the side of the street, only one streetlight somewhat brightening our surroundings.. The easiest way to describe Moondale was a bigger Brooklyn and no Manhattan since every part of the town was brick buildings and old shops. Not a pleasant place to pick a stop, but since she insisted.. I turned off the headlights. Alright. If she wanted to talk, we could talk. "Will you sit up front?" I asked, not bothering to turn around or look at her.. I heard her shift and I did not expect her to do what she did. Instead of opening the door and getting in on the passenger's seat from the other door like a normal person would, the princess refused to get wet from the rain. I felt her hand on the side of my shoulder, making me scoot on the side as she held onto the other seat as well, and with just a little jump and crawl between the two seats, she got on the front seat and sat back. She released a sharp breath, causing the little strands of hair that fell over her face to rise up as she closed her eyes for a few seconds, releasing a loud breath like she got tired from crawling between the seats.. She had to remind me to start working on her training, because the last time we were left alone away from the house, I carried her on my back.. She was getting tired too quickly. The car was stopped on the side of the dark street, the silence filling and crawling through every each one of our senses since it was almost midnight, and no one from Moondale seemed to be a night bird, especially in that part of the town.. All that was left was to hear the stupid reason why me snapping Alexander's neck pissed her off, and I truly believed that it was going to be an interesting scolding.. I looked at her and waited for her to start her speech. She was Khan Morpher's only daughter. Instead of being taught to be as wild as her father was, they treated her like a princess.. Perhaps that's why her heart was so pure.. That's why she was so pure.. And perhaps that's why that kind of innocence drew darkness.. Like mine. Simply desperate for a taste of that rawness her soul held, desperate for a release and some light that none of us were ever going to admit we needed.. But when I was with her, near her, I could not deny it either. Lana's POV I glanced at him, a stand of my hair still falling over my face, before I heard myself mumble quietly. "They know I'm with you now.." "I told you. I can handle this." I ran a hand through my hair. "Yea, well, it's not your job to handle.. It shouldn't be." I could tell that it frustrated him.. He was trying to help and I was fine with that.. I just didn't want to complicate things with my parents even more.. The were of course going to think that I was kidnapped by Christian.. Which would only make them search for me.. Besides, now when Alexander was going to heal and wake up, he was probably going to be on the search too.. He released an annoyed sharp breath as he started.. "Listen, Lana, I don't really give a fuck about some deal that we made and that you claim it's damn over.." I looked at him. Okay, he showed that when he snapped Alexander's neck. "Like it or not, you are involved in this, you are part of this, and trust me, even if I didn't handle this my way, I would've been the one you're running back to. So just shut up and let me help you." I went silent. I couldn't deny, no.. I couldn't deny that I was not going to go running back to him even if I managed to walk away from that house alone.. I cleared my throat and looked in front of me.. The rain was pouring over the car, the streets dimly lighted by a streetlight or two, and him and I were the only ones around.. Arguing. No, I didn't want to argue. I hated Alexander. I'm glad he snapped his neck. It just.. It would've been more planned if he warned me at least. But even though he was right about me going back to him no matter what, mostly because it wasn't really up to me, did he even know that after the ride he gave me to Moondale that night when we met, I didn't look for him purposely? I wasn't that desperate. "Christian, I didn't come to Venedocia for your damn help. Till this day, I have no clue how the frick I ended up there.." My voice was quiet yet raspy with emotion by the thought of that night. My unconsciousness was a result of something and there was nothing scarier than missing a whole puzzle from your memory. "And we'll figure that out.. But either way, you did end up there, and I did take you to my room, and I was worried, and I still fucking am whenever I see you hurt. So, God held me, I will kill everyone that dares to touch you because it's not much in my damn power to control." He continued right away, making me look at him. His eyes were filled with some kind of frustration that I could not understand, black and flamed by the emotion behind them, staring right back at mine.