A Thousand Year Obsession ✔

7. Don't Let Him Take You

7. Don't Let Him Take You

"Why did you want to meet me here?" I asked sharply as I pulled out a chair across from Derek.

Small, fairy lights circled around the low roof of the restaurant, providing only a dim glow, even during midday. Curtains hid the large floor to ceiling windows taking up the front wall, and they circled around the other walls as well. Several empty tables covered with white lace table cloths lay scattered around the marble floors, decorated with small golden candles and fancy dishware. Upon the center of the table Derek had seated himself at lay another of the flower heads and a fourth note.

I didn't bother picking it up as I dropped my jacket on the back of my chair and rested my forearms on the table.

"I just wanted to talk to you." He answered vaguely, a hidden smirk coating his words.

I glared at him. "About what?"

"You." He whispered the word, tasting it on the tip of his tongue before letting it roll out into the air.

"Have I done something wrong?" I asked sardonically.

"You've always done something wrong, Morgana." He replied softly.

I rolled my eyes. "Can you make this quick? I've had an exhausting day."

"You spoke to the boy this morning." Derek said lowly.

My eyes snapped towards his. "Were you watching me?!"

"Does it matter?"

I scoffed. "Of course it matters! You can't just start stalking me!"

"I thought we'd already established that I can very well do as I please." Derek murmured darkly. "And if that means watching you every moment of every day, then I can. And you aren't going to do a thing about it."

I sat back sharply, wrapping my fingers tightly around the tablecloth as I stared at him with a horrified disgust.

"No!" I gasped, jolting out of my chair. "No, you can't--"

"Yes. I. Can." Derek ground out as he slowly stood up as well. "Now sit down and be a good girl."

My feet had already stumbled their way several feet back before I could even think about what they were doing, and by then the terrible instinctive fear had already wound itself into deadly webs through my veins. And for the second time, I once again had no choice but to let the shouting of my brain take over.

And so I ran.

I shoved past chairs before flinging my body through the curtained glass door, startling the waitresses as I barreled past. I was sure Derek was already close behind. I was sure he saw the instinct in my eyes before I even realized it.

This was no longer a game of who could run the fastest. This was a game of who could see the others move before they did. And right now, Derek was winning.

His warm hand clasped around my wrist just as I'd turned down another street, jerking me backwards as his other arm wrapped around my waist. He dragged me back to the restaurant, but instead of bringing me inside, he took me towards a sleek, black car idling in the parking lot.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked quickly, twisting away from his grip.

"A place where we can talk in peace without having to worry about someone seeing us." He replied quietly in my ear.

"Let me go, Derek." I spat, resisting vainly as he opened the car's passenger door and tossed me inside.

He made his way to the drivers side and quickly got in, locking my door as he began backing out into the street.