A Thousand Year Obsession ✔

32. Don't Forget Your Suspicions

32. Don't Forget Your Suspicions

I didn't speak to Derek all the rest of the day, only sat in my room in silence, searching through my book of magic with tear stained cheeks, unable to drain myself of the hope that something would be in there.

I read it cover to cover. And still, I found nothing. Nothing that could help me get rid of the bond tying me to Derek. But when I finally fell asleep, the book on my chest, my mouth parted and drooling, long past midnight, I refused to accept the terrible truth that I would never break the bond alone. And so when I awoke the next day, I kept reading, sure that somewhere in these pages I'd missed something detrimental, even though deep in my heart, I knew I hadn't.

It was about mid-day when something finally aroused me from the dazed stupor I'd fallen into. The bedroom door slammed open, jolting me upwards. The book slipped from my hands, falling over the side of the bed. My glassy eyes blinked rapidly to clear the watery haze that had fallen over them and feeling slowly returned to my limbs.

Derek entered the room, a scowl set on his lips. He dragged a small form behind him, the bound, struggling form of a girl with long brown hair and wide blue eyes. I lurched to my feet.

"Sally--!" My gaze snapped towards Derek's, but he only smirked sorely at me, shoving Sally to the ground.

"I want you to be happy, Morgana." He said, a sickly sweet tone in his voice. "But you can only be happy when you have the ones you actually care about." He brushed his hands off and stepped back, his voice resuming it's ominous threatening tone. "Don't push me again."

Then he turned and left. As soon as the door closed, I hurried towards Sally and quickly untied the ropes binding her.

"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?"

She rubbed her wrists and shook her limbs out. "I'm fine, Morgana. It's not like this hasn't happened before."

I sank back to my heels, staring at her with sorrowful eyes. "Maybe it has, but it's not like I'd remember."

She only rolled her eyes. "Stop being so dramatic."

A small smile rose to my lips. Sally stood, glancing round her at the bedroom. Her eyes fell to the book.

"You found it?"

I picked it up. "Obviously."

She rolled her eyes. "Alright, so, how do we get out of here?"

I sighed. "I'm not sure we can."

Sally turned towards me, staring as if I'd grown two heads.

"Morgana, really, snap out of it. This isn't you. You would never give up, never. Now stop moping and start looking."

I sat down on the bed. "I'm serious, Sally. There's nothing in the book that could help me."

"Then find some other way." She spoke as if it was as easy as buying a pen.

"There isn't another way. Not for me. But you could escape, leave, in the middle of the night . . . "

She shook her head. "There's no way he won't catch me unless I have you."

"I'll hold him off--"

"Not going to work."

"Sally!"

She smiled. "Think, Morgana. There has to be another way. There always is."

I avoided her eyes.

She studied me. "What aren't you telling me?"

I sighed. "The other--you know--offered to break the bond, but . . . "