Bella tried not to cringe as she felt him run his fingers through her hair. She hated the sound of her name on his lips of deceit. She felt a chill run throughout her body as he told her, her name was pretty. The way he looked at her, made those small hairs on her skin stand on edge, there was nothing she liked about him. He seemed cold and evil. When he informed her of what she was to call him, she didn't warrant much of a reply, she just nodded.<br/><br/>When he asked her if she had questions, she wasn't sure if she was supposed to answer that and ask him things, but considering he had asked her to ask... Bella would comply. "Just one question, Why?" Bella asked him, trying not to feel cold and clammy, even though it was warm enough in the room, she felt cold and uncomfortable in Lucien's presence. There was something cold about him. "Oh, there was one more thing... just one more" Bella began "Will I ever get to go home?" she asked, then realised she didn't want to know the answer. However, it was too late for her to take that back. She didn't look at him as she spoke, but at the floor, and her pale, flawless feet and dainty toes. The pain from earlier only just beginning to subside.