"You lie." Was Edward's only answer. He stared her down, giving her a 'push', but seeing no reaction. As a Carpathian male he had alway thaught he had much power. Yet, somehow, this remarkable woman defied his abilities. Power. She had it and lots more. His hands retreating from her warm and eager form, he groaned and stared deep into the jewels below her brows, still. Through only her mind, did she speak to him at that moment. You won't intimidate me, male. I am not weak. Dara's slim figure began to dissolve into air molecules, one of her many abilities. As her waist length, brunette, mane became partially invisible, a silhouette of curly hair, and her peach skin, sweat beads adn all dissolving, Edward grasped a bunch of her locks and twisted his wrist, tangling it around his arm. He tugged it to his chest, making her press up against his body once more. "Stop." He demanded, his oothing, deep, masculine voice pausing Dara's actions. Suddenly she was there again, her full appearance visible. Brows narrowing, Dara glowered at the man who had pulled upon her sensitive tresses. Let me be. Dara sent the words through telepahtic power, shocking Edward slightly with the force that she sent it with. Stil, he sensed the twinge of panic adn uncertainty. Why? He fired back cockily, a smirk of sheer pleasure across his gorgeous lips. How she hated that look, although it was a paralysis for her, stopping her from breathing. Her body only wated to mold into his, but somehow she found the courage to shake away the unwanted thoughts adn stand up to the beuatiful male Carpathian. That hurts. She grumbled when Edward tugged softly again, provoking her further. Now Dara's eyes were lit with fire, a bright green that let him know she was furious inwardly. Somehow she could always hide the emotions that ran through her veins, yet never appeared through her facial expressions. Edward had the sensation that if he were to look into her eyes any longer, his might brun from the fire glowing in Dara's. Finally subsiding to his soft grin, whcih had only recently emerged, when Dara had fought back, She gave him few words in reply. "Please." It was not a request, but a threat of importance. Dara had a problem with Edward's ego, but she had let it get to her this one time. He let her free, unraveling his fore-arm from her brown adn blakc strands of hair, careful to pull anymore. Edward avoided eye contact with the woman, for fear of striking desire in her, she turned his head down. "Go!" He barked, startling Dara to the point of flicnhing almost unoticeably. Dara's bottom lip quiveredwith fury, insulted by Edward's outward roughness. The man she thought to pleasant and caring now seemed cold and un-loving.