Adell shared a glance with Silas, and she saw the slight disbelief in his eyes as well. She was always the sceptical one, but if Silas shared the same thoughts, at least he wouldn't chew her out. This girl was definitely a bad liar, but there was little to go on other than her plain dress and her beautiful face.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I could never have a face like that. Would save me a lot of trouble getting a date,"</span>Adell mused privately.<br/><br/>She did recall something her father said once. A few days before he committed suicide.<span style="font-style: italic">"Liars should have good memories."</span>For a moment, her lips twitched with anger. Her opinion on her father was hard to put a finger on. If she had a different father, she would not need to drink blood. Sunlight would be welcome, not a pain in the rear. She would look like a normal human being. Still, he did his best for her, until he panicked at the prospect of his wife finding out the truth and ended his life.<br/><br/>The realisation of Silas's and Aris's presence smacked her back into reality, and she stiffened her upper lip before breaking into a gentlemanly smile. "I apologise. My name is Adell Mercator."<br/><br/>Silas broke into a smile, changing from his inquisitive gaze at Adell's weird displays of emotion. Sometimes, he would forget that Adell wasn't as thick-skinned as she looked.<br/><br/>"My name's Silas! Silas Jerusalem." Silas shrugged. "Weird last name."<br/><br/>Adell lifted up Aris's hand. It was warm and soft to the touch, like a girl that probably spent her time embroidering or flower-arranging. Adell's hand itself must have felt like a guy's, she realised, and cursed her genes under her breath.<br/><br/>"Which hotel is it? Four Seasons? Best Western? Marriott?"<br/><br/>"Let's go to Four Seasons!" chirped Silas. Whatever scepticism he had earlier must have disappeared in some enthusiastic rush of hope of visiting a luxury hotel.