The time ticked by and Zander kept very alert, listening for any little noise that would signal the trackers. There was nothing. Somehow he had managed to lose them. For now. But it was still only a matter of time before they discovered his location. He wasn't worried about himself, hell he could take on quite a few trackers at once; it was the girl he was concerned with. She was an easy target, and he wasn't sure how well he could keep her safe if there was more than just a few trackers around.<br/><br/>He couldn't help the small grin that crossed his face as she pinched herself. No doubt she believed, or most likely hoped, this was all a dream. Unfortunately, it wasn't. Being a dream would make everything way too easy, and Zander knew nothing in his life ever seemed to come easy. Even the simple things were made much harder, usually by his own father.<br/><br/>Zander moved a few steps away towards one of the entrances of the garage where he leaned back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. At first he didn't answer her question, trying to decide what all to tell her. Everything? Nothing? Something in between? There were ups and downs to each choice, so he picked one and went with it.<br/><br/>Looking back at her he kind of shrugged his shoulders as he replied. "'Cause I'm the prince of Hell." His voice was nonchalant, like it was an everyday, ordinary thing. Now how she would react to that was something he had no clue about. She wasn't the first human he told that to, but it had definitely been quite a while since then. And the human world had drastically changed.