A Thousand Year Obsession ✔

9. Don't Let Him Control You

9. Don't Let Him Control You

When I awoke, the room was flooded with startling beams of sunlight. I sat up slowly, glancing around at the fancy armchairs, dressers and tables. The window set along the wall to my right remained free of curtains, allowing me a consistent view of the plains and forests beyond Derek's large house. It had to be almost midday already, and for once I hadn't a single nightmare since I fell back to sleep.

I climbed out of bed then, brushing a hand through my tangled hair. I winced at my reflection in the mirror when I passed before quickly turning back to the door. I made my way gradually through the excess of halls, following the faint clanking of dishes. Eventually I found my way into the kitchen where Derek stood cooking waffles.

"You have a lot of explaining to do." I said, watching in amusement as Derek drifted around the kitchen.

I leaned against the fridge door, glancing around the modern kitchen. The walls were a charcoal grey, stopping just short of the black marble counters circling the room. An oven stood near to my right beneath a simple microwave, beside which stood the steel fridge. Cabinets took up the entire far wall, carved from a wood so dark it resembled the blackest of nights.

He glanced towards me, before returning to mixing the waffle batter.

"What do you want explained?" He asked casually.

My eyes narrowed. "What happened last night? The windows? The necklace?"

"I'm not sure." Derek replied evasively.

"Don't lie to me."

He turned back to me,  brushing his hands off on a towel.

"Fine. I won't lie to you. I know exactly what happened last night and I'm not going to tell you."

My eyes narrowed. "Why not?"

"I'm not going to tell you that either." He replied with a smirk as he turned back to the waffles.

"You have to tell me something!" I cried.

"No, actually, I don't."

"Fine, then. Take me home." I commanded sharply.

"After you eat and tell me where the real pendant is, I will." Derek said.

"Can I call Izzy?" I asked. "She's probably worried sick."

"No."

My eyes snapped towards him in disbelief.

"What?"

He glanced towards me, a visible twinkle in his eyes.

"She'll be fine. I need to finish our talk from yesterday, and if things go . . . wrong . . . then I don't want anyone to know where you are."

"Why am I not reassured?"

"Go get dressed, Morgana. Breakfast is almost ready."

"I don't have any clothes." I pointed out.

"You can borrow mine." He said shortly.

"I'd rather not." I muttered.

"What's the problem?" Derek asked mockingly as he turned back to me. "You're already wearing my pajamas."

"I wouldn't be if I had any other choice." I grumbled.

Derek only rolled his eyes at me. "Fine, stay in my pajamas. I don't care either way."

I glared at him, but made my way from the kitchen. I stopped once I'd reached an intersecting hallway.

"Where are my clothes from yesterday?" I called back.