However, he stopped in front of me in a protective manner. He was like a building shadowing over me. My shirt was in his hand and of course he didn't even bother taking his cause I ripped it in two pieces, but from the frown on his face I could tell that he for once believed me, and acted like whatever it was that I heard represented danger. "I'm not crazy, right? No one can disappear so quickly.." He still looked over my head like he was scanning the territory around us.. "Christian, there's no one there, don't bother searching." My voice came out harshly and he instantly looked at me. But I was panicking. The moment was gone, there was nothing he could hear now.. He just had to listen to me now. "No, you're not crazy," His voice faded as he looked on the side, not even concentrating on his words. He pressed his hand over my waist, pulling me closer to him. "Come on, it's not safe here." And with those few words, once again the ground underneath my feet disappeared as he used his speed and led me along with him, causing me to close my eyes and open them when I felt solid ground back underneath my boots. Just like that, we were back at the house with the back yard door closing behind us.. I was slightly dizzy in the middle of the kitchen as I looked at him, and he seemed awfully focused on me in that second. And it wasn't because I was still in my bra. "Are you alright?" I nodded my head. Why did he seem just as panicked as me? He said he didn't hear anything, but did he believe that the fact that I was the only one hearing something as bizarre as that, meant danger? Cause he acted like it meant exactly that. He walked towards me and handed me the shirt. "What is it? Did you hear something too?" I asked quickly, but he walked back a few steps and shook his head slightly before crossing his arms over his bare chest. He looked like some hot lost warrior and again, he was a damn distraction. I pulled the shirt over my head and focused back on the topic we were discussing. "No, the only explanation for it that it was all in your head." Okay, so he thinks that I lost my mind.. Great. "Christian, I'm not crazy, it was not in my head." I was ready to protest some more, but he spoke right after. "If it wasn't in your head, I would've heard it too." I ran my hands through my hair in frustration.. Maybe he was right. Maybe I was going insane. Maybe,- "And I'm not saying that you're crazy, it just can easily be some kind of a mind game.." Oh. I frowned as I looked back at him. "A mind game? What are you talking about?" "Witch craft, Lana." Hell, maybe he lost his mind. "But there was no one out there." I could clearly see the same concern in his eyes, the same frustration that was reflected back in. I was just glad he took me seriously because Christian didn't have a habit on really trusting on anyone but himself. "Witches can do long distance spells from continents away, it doesn't matter." He explained, putting his hands on his hips and looking on the side. He was quite the view to look at, but God I had to focus. I shook my head slightly, crossing my arms over my chest and clearing my throat. "So you're saying that some witch was doing a spell on me?" "Not a spell.. Just a mind game perhaps." Right. He knew about witches and those stuff much more than I did. He had a witch for a lover. Just now, Calliope wasn't here to explain this to us. And what was this pressure I felt in my chest with the thought of them together? Ugh. I pressed my hand over my stomach. I felt even slightly sick. "Oh my God." Who the hell was playing mind games with me?! I had nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing to do with witches. He must've heard the slight panic in my voice. Walking towards me, I looked at him, watching how he pressed his hands at the sides of my shoulder and with that same serious concerned face just scanned me, rubbing his hands up and down my arms.. It did help feeling him close. "Hey, it's okay, it's good that I was there with you." He moved his hands up my face, directing me to look at him. The few circles he preformed with his thumbs over my cheeks had me melting.. I closed my eyes for a second. "And this is why I don't want you leaving the house without me anymore." I looked at him, and saw that same slight anger that was probably cause day whoever was playing with us— well, playing with me mostly.. The same possessiveness I saw the previous night when he furiously snapped Alexander's neck.. I nodded my head in return. I could easily listen to whatever he had to say, it was insane.. He made another few circles on my face, caressing it for a second before he moved his hands down and over mine, saying a few clear words that I hoped would clear out what the hell just happened. "Now tell me everything."