"A take over? Like acquiring a new Business to help yours or something?" I ask.

"No, we will take it apart so it can’t hurt anyone else. The group is bad and they are going to do something terrible. I might get in trouble for stopping them but it’s the right thing to do." He says, I get the feeling he didn’t mean to tell me that when he looks at me.  I’ve always got the feeling Wyatt isn’t telling me something, and I’m not sure how to ask him about it.

"Why?" I ask.

"It's not us being evil, Winter. They would do the same to us without a second thought and it’s better to take out the threat before they become a bigger one." He says without a hint of emotion, one of his pale hands reaches over and takes mine. I let him hold my hand for a while, neither of us saying a word.

"Doesn't make it right." I say finally, as he looks at me oddly.

"Your right, it doesn't but we don’t all have a choice. Sometimes a wrong can make a right." He smiles with a sadness, which I don't understand.

I yawn, feeling how tired I am from last night, when I have nightmares; I don't get sleep and usually feel more tired than usual. They started when I was ten and I used to wake up screaming. My mom took me to the doctors after I started getting one every month but they didn’t help. I eventually learnt that they aren’t that scary, they just feel very real. I told my mom I didn’t get them anymore, when I couldn’t stand her looking at me in worry all the time. Alex knows and usually would help me, but the dreams aren’t all always the same. Sometimes I dream of fire covered demons and beautiful people who glow different colours, but some of them are so evil that they scare me into not sleeping for days. Thankfully I only seem to get those dreams once a year now.

"You look tired, a rough night?" He asks, watching me front the corner of his eye as he drives.

"No just bad dreams keeping me awake." I tell him honestly.

"What are they about?" He asks gently.

"Of the usual, strange people I don't know arguing and wearing odd clothes. It was a nightmare but it didn't feel good. It doesn't matter." I mumble looking away, I can’t tell him how I think it’s my subconscious trying to tell me I have feelings for someone who is just a friend.

"Maybe you need a hot blonde man in your bed to protect you from bad dreams." He says seriously, I giggle when I see the small twitch in his lips.

"You need to work on your chat up lines buddy." I grin. This makes us both start laughing.