Saving Emyra (18+)

"What do you want me to do about this?" he asked, making me narrow my eyes at his question yet I willed myself to remain respectful. Pleasant.

Docile.

"Maybe you could tell them that I didn't kill him." That you did, was what I wanted to add but I refrained myself from doing so. No need to say it at this stage; we both knew what he did.

Derek leaned in closer to me this time, both his elbows on the table with his arms still crossed in front of him and his eyes fixed intently on mine. If I wasn't currently running on about fifteen hours of sleep across the entire week, I would've been ready to swear that the slight quirk of his lips was an amused smirk but at this stage, I couldn't really tell my hallucinations from my reality. The only reason I still believed that I was actually being stalked and not just paranoid was because the letters were there to prove it.

"And if that doesn't work, Morgana," he said, calling me that stupid name again yet I couldn't bring myself to correct him for it. Something about the way he held my gaze made me feel like I shouldn't look away; like I shouldn't interrupt. "What should I do then? What do you want me to do?"

His game hadn't been obvious to me at first - I didn't know he was playing one - but now, it was as clear as day. The bastard wanted me to ask him to kill them. The one thing that made me wary of him; that made me dislike him. The one thing I was absolutely terrified of him for and here I was asking him to do it for me anyway. The hypocrisy.

I held his gaze for as long as I could bring myself to, hoping he would back down but he was relentless. At my silence, the curve in his lips only deepened until his smirk was too obvious to deny.

"Do whatever you need to do," I said with a deep sigh as I buried my head in my hands in defeat. "Just make them leave me alone. Please."