"I said SIT," Lilith said and slid the sofa on which Sebastian had rested earlier in front of the door to block it before he could reach it.<br/>"And listen up. I'm new here and it has been a couple of seriously exhausting and confusing days so my patience is wearing thin."<br/>She was unsure of just how much she could tell him about The Coven or anything really, except for herself.<br/>"I have no intention of hurting you," she continued.<br/>"But it is in your best interest to tell me exactly who you are and why you were at the funeral.<br/>She didn't move towards him but rather leaned up against the window frame, opened the window to vent the smoke. She did of course realise she had pushed the guy a bit too far but she was also sure that Fion wouldn't let him leave without telling them what they wanted to know.<br/>"Listen," she said in a much softer voice.<br/>"Back at the funeral home when I tackled you to save your life, thank you very much by the way, I sensed something wrong. I saw witches burning and now that you told me your full name it all makes sense."<br/>She had had some time to think about what his name had triggered in her and it was a passage from her mother's journal that mentioned the name almost in passing but in a way that caught the reader's eyes: Cromwell, HUNTERS.<br/>She killed the cigarette against the outer wall and tossed the butt to the ground and then approached him slowly in as non-threatening a way as she could which took all the self-control she was capable of. In many ways this guy was the enemy and yet at the same time he seemed completely unaware of it.