"What? Your shitting me right?" I ask in disbelief.

"You know, I never fully understood that expression, but no we're not shitting you," Amelia grunts. "How have you not noticed it by now?"

"So who or what exactly is she?" I ask looking at Amelia and Noah both. Trying to seize the moment to finally find out who Irina really is, I ask again. "Just who is Irina?"

Noah sighs. "I don't know," he confesses.

"What?" I say shocked from his response. "What the hell do you mean you don't know?"

"I don't know. Just like I just said. When Irina and Amelia came to me, I only knew what she could do because Amelia told me," he says looking to her.

Looking at Amelia, I notice her avoiding my eye contact. "Amelia?" I ask.

"Hmm?" She says as if she haven't been paying attention. Angry, I growl.

"Watch it," Thomas warns taking a step toward Amelia.

"What do you know?" I ask tired of being in the dark.

"You don't even know about her ability," she snaps looking at me. "She knows about every time you lied to her. Even if it was a simple lie, and I bet you lied a lot."

Thinking back to the first time I lied to Irina, I recall her eyes changing. My eyes widen with shock as I feel to stupid and blind not to see. "Jake here," I say pointing to Jake. "He is allergic to soy wrap. So no soy wrap."

The waitress Irian kind of looks away as I see her eyes flash and her blue eye is now brown. "Okay, no soy wrap," she says walking away.

"What is with those eyes? And why did you lie about Jake being allergic to soy wrap?" Rick asks as we watch Irina.

"Yeah man, I love soy wrap. You know that," Jake whines.

"I don't know," I tell him. "Maybe something genetic, and she's never waited on us before. I want to keep her on her toes. Now, back to business. When will the pack from Europe arrive?"

"They said they will call today," Jake tells me.

"Good," I say as I picture Irina's eyes.

"She knew I was lying to her," I say out loud as I recall the first day I met her. "I lied to Irian about Jake being allergic to soy wrap. She knew the whole time that he wasn't."

"You lied about something as childish as that? Wow," Amelia scoffs.

"That's not my point. "You have to know something. Start talking," I warn.

Sighing, she runs her fingers through her hair. "I don't know either."

Now it was Noah's turned to be shocked. "What? What do you mean you don't know?" He snaps.

"Just what I said like what you said! I don't know," she shouts. "She had her ability since I've known her. My aunt, she found Irina. She told me befriend her, to watch out for her, to keep her close, ever since I was little she told me. I knew since then that Irina was special and a somebody, I just don't know how big of a somebody."

"Holy shit," Noah says to himself. "So, the day you decided to leave from under my protection, what happened?"

Amelia looks away, starts to pace, and stops. "Irina didn't know why we went to you. I just told her I wanted to visit someone. I said I was having some problems and you were helping me with them. So she stayed with me."

"Oh you sneaky little-."

"Hey," Rick says cutting Noah off. "She's still a woman. Have some respect."

Noah looks at Rick and scoffs. Looking back to Amelia, he glares. "I thought she knew what I was the whole time and that she was okay with it."

"I'm sorry Noah," she says.

"We need to get out of here," I say rubbing my hands across my face. "Rick, call the doctors in here and have them call a code blue. I don't care if you pay them, ask nicely, or compel them. Have them roll her out to the back. Well not her, but a fake body."

"You want to fake her death," Noah says.

"At least make whoever here think she's dead. They'll stop thinking about it then and they will report it to whoever. Amelia, you stay here until she wakes up and convince her to move in with me. There will be no reason to lie, because she needs to move in with me for her own safety."

As they all agree to do what is best for Irina, my mind starts to wander. Looking over to Irina and hearing the tiny heartbeat, I walk to the bed and look at her. My eyes wander down to her stomach, and I try so hard to keep my joy from leaping out.

They are alive! My baby is alive!

But, how? I start to question the possibilities of Irina and the baby surviving the crash. If Irina is human, there is no way that she was suppose to live. So, Irina just what in the hell are you?

Hearing shuffling, I turn around to see Amelia rushing to Noah and stand in front of him. "Give them back," she says.

Noah lifts his eyebrow.

"You heard me. Give them back to me, right now. They are my memories! I need to know what you've taken from me."

"You will not be able to handle it right now," Noah says. "You are a powerful Oracle, and people are out for you. Both of you."

"Both?" I ask as my ears perk up to the fact that people are after Irina. "What do you mean by both?"

"You mean her gift don't you?" Amelia asks gasping. "How does anyone know about that? Irian does her best to keep it to herself."

"I told you, the reason why you two were under the protection of the vampires, were to keep you two from harms way. If you knew who you were targeted by, you would look for them."

"So who knows about her gift?" I ask looking straight at Noah.

"I'm not sure," he starts making me grunt. "But, I know that there are rumors of it in the air. They could know if it's her, or that such a gift exist. Regardless, we have to keep her away from everyone."

"Bullshit. It sounds like your saying the same thing," I say to Noah.

"Plus Irina isn't just going to agree with that," Thomas states.

"Yeah? Well, if your girlfriend wants to keep her fake best friend, for her sake she better hope she does," I growl.

"She's not my fake best friend," Amelia says coming to her own defense.

"You only became friends with her because your aunt told you to. You only been close to her for that reason. Your fake. Whenever she finds out, I'd be shocked if she still wants to be friends with you. Your no different from vampires or werewolves huh?" I chuckle. Looking into Amelia's eyes, I see pain. Not pain because I'm wrong, but because I am right.

"Yeah, well if it wasn't for my aunt, Irina wouldn't be pregnant. Ever wondered about why your sperm was there or how it was picked? You should ask your mommy dearest," she scowls.

Feeling my jaw go hard, I try not to grind my teeth. "Your lying," I say stepping close to her. Shaking my head, I clinch my fist. "Tell me your lying."

"Well, with the only person being able to tell if I'm lying or not is unconscious, I guess we will never know," she hisses.

Hearing Irina stir in the bed, everyone's eyes wander to her. Slowly walking to the bed, my eyes look to her stomach, then to her face. Moving a strand of hair from in front of her face, I think of all of the information that I've just received on her. So much information, though I had countless of questions.

"Irina?" I ask as Amelia rushes to my side. Seeing Irina stir a bit more, her blue and brown eyes meet mine.