Cyrus mumbled in his sleep. "Lana, Lana," he mumbled. "Cyrus," I whispered trying to wake him up. It just made him worse.

"Don't leave me. Don't leave me..." he whispered. He jerked around. I shook him. He opened his eyes. "Lana." He hugged me and kissed me. "What was your dream about?" I whispered.

"You were dying I my arms, and I couldn't save you..." I sighed, looked into those blue eyes of his, and kissed him. "I want to die first," Cyrus said. "What?" "If you die it'll kill me but..." "Hey,Cyrus if you die it's gonna kill me too."

"Okay, neither of us are dead yet, so let's not think about it." I kissed him. "Okay love birds get up," Malum said.

"What, Malum?" I said carefully. "I have breakfast on the table," she replied kindly. We went to the little table. Berries, meat, and vegetables lined the table. We sat down.

As we ate Malum asked,"What's your story anyway? I mean I've heard that Cyrus killed three people. Lana, I haven't heard anything about you though." "Wait, how do you know our names?"

"Um... I might have listened to your conversation earlier." I just decided not to say anything.