Christian's POV "Alright." I told Dimitri ready to hang up, but he continued talking from the other line. "It's not alright, Christian. The only other people that know the situation during the war is our father who I'm not even considering waking, and the witch that cast the boundary spell between Zaria and I." I ran a hand down my face. He was right. Since Jessica too refused to speak up, tell Amelia the real story, those were the only two that could know.. "And she's probably dead by now.." "No she's not.." I cursed myself a million times for not thinking of this earlier.. Before I visited the werewolves' ball, that night when I met Lana, Vanessa and I firstly went to that witch.. Lycia. Christ, how didn't I think of this? She helped my father during the war and when I saw her after so many years, the only thing I asked was if she knew something about the necklace.. But hell, how could I have known about the things that I know now.. "She's,- she's alive?" He lowered his voice, like he was whispering to the phone. "Christian what the hell do you have to do with that? Do you not know how damn dangerous that witch is?" She was my father's helped for a reason.. Coming from one of the most powerful witch covens the world has seen, she was a miracle worker. "I needed information about the necklace. That's why I searched for her a few months ago.." I exhaled a sharp breath.. How could this get so complicated? How could I let it get so complicated? "I know where she is. I'll send someone to get her." "And you seriously believe she'll agree on seeing you again?" "Fine, I'll come up with something else.. I'll call you." I hung up, looking outside the window. I had left the room not wanting to wake up Lana.. That night.. Nothing really happened after we arrived at the house. Firstly, what happened in the car was something that we didn't discuss much, and I was glad that we didn't since it was embarrassing enough that I let a woman have such control over me, for the first time in my life losing that resistance and letting her push me off the edge.. Her simple kiss or touch would've made me come in my pants, let alone having her on top of me and taking her pleasure seriously.. I couldn't blame myself for not being able to find resistance. She was damn perfect. On the other hand, there were still so many things that we had to handle. I didn't want to preoccupy her, she had already been through too damn much that night.. And now that her family knew I had her, they were definitely going to try and find her, and soon.. Not that I wanted to hide, but I was not planning on willingly giving her up nor letting her marry some bastard that was up to no damn good. Even though I was in the hallway outside my room, I could hear that she was awake. We both overslept that morning, and I couldn't help but think of it was because she was in the bed with me that I felt some sooth and slept longer, or was I just overly exhausted.. She did sleep longer than me though.. She took a shower quicker than I did and when I got out she was already asleep. And then she slept longer.. Sneaky. Walking back in the bedroom, I saw her standing there, in that long ass shirt that covered way too much.. I just couldn't understand how she still managed to rock that baggy old shirt, even though I did prefer her with less than that even. Standing near one of the bookshelves, I watched how focus on one book then another, running her fingers over them and touching every souvenir there was with such astonishment, it was just a pleasant picture to look at in the morning. I knew she heard me yet she didn't give a crap and continued doing her thing. "I wouldn't read those books if I were you.. They're boring." I told her as I walked deeper in the room, watching her turn around and flash me a wide smile. "Good morning to you too." She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned on the desk that was now behind her. "I'm not exactly a book person, but it's always good to know what you're into." Her naturally slightly curly and unkempt hair have me life in that moment. It was that bark chocolate color yet it had goldish highlight from the early light. It was truly a picture to get mesmerized by.. Her eyes were the clearest green color, swirling with dark ocean blue and wild dots of ember that made them seem crystal from the bright light. And her lips.. Oh it took me everything not to kiss her right then. How could it be even possible for them to hold such a dark cherry color against that fair skin? Books. We were talking about books. I mentally shook my head and looked up at the shelves as I walked closer. "That's a collection of all Edgar Allen Poe's poems. The last time I touched those books was when I moved in." "Poems? Really? I would've never guessed." Right. She would've never guessed that a guy like me would have poem books.. "They were a gift. And you'd be surprised." She laughed when she looked at me, taking a few steps closer.. It was an instinct to pull her closer by her waist when she pressed her hands against my chest, and when I looked at her, I was left speechless, completely senseless yet flooded with each and every realization of how damn beautiful she was. I would've never guessed that I would have her in my bedroom at morning, discussing old poetry books and looking damn perfect in an old oversized shirt with a smile that flamed each and every part of me.. That pretty girl in the white dress I met at the Morpher's ball. Lana. With her feisty nature and wild eyes, leaving me completely breath taken and lost in the storm that was trapped behind those greens. What was it about her.. What was it other than the beauty of Morpher's daughter that had me so compelled? She seemed just as quiet scanning my face as I did hers for a few seconds before she went serious, looked down at her hands pressed against my chest as she tapped her fingers. She seemed to follow the material of my shirt towards my shoulders before she finally looked at me. The concentration in her eyes made me smile. "What is it?" I had to ask, still unable to keep the grin off my lips after seeing how serious she suddenly went. It was usually a laughing Lana or a feisty Lana. "You know, the house has plenty of bedrooms. I could still go back to the one I stayed before." "Why?"