Amelie's POV

I have almost gotten her to confess. I could see it in her eyes; she didn't want to be anywhere near me anymore and just wanted this to end. But she has to understand I am the only one who can lessen the emotions she is feeling.

The door of my office knocked. I looked annoyed towards it and let go of Claire. "Stay here. I will get you to confess."

I walked to the door and opened it. My guard stood outside. "Yes?"

"Oliver has calmed down and would like to speak with you now."

Sighing, I glanced back at Claire, who is sitting on the floor with her head in her hands. "Fine, 5 minutes." My guard led along the corridor into one of the rooms I sometimes use when I'm not in my office. Oliver is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "Leave us."

The guard nodded and closed the door behind me.

"What did you do?" Oliver asked.

"Are you so worried about what happened to your mind?" I asked, sitting down on a chair against the wall.

"I'm not immensely worried. You've been acting strangely ever since you heard about Claire having feelings for you."

"Strangely?" I haven't been acting strangely at all.

"Well, first you make her disappear, then you cause some commotion and wipe everyone's memory of it except for Claire. Also she is getting called to your office more times than usual. You don't think that's strange?"

"It's a little peculiar but I had nothing to do with Claire's disappearance I keep telling you. And the commotion… Mr Collins was worrying excessively over Claire so I helped him."

"You 'helped' him?" I could tell Oliver doesn't believe me one bit.

"What do you want?"

"Why did you snap my neck and wipe my memory?"

I sighed. "You were being… Awkward. It's better if you don't remember anything." I stood up. "Now if that's all, I need to get back to my office."

Oliver didn't say anything else so I left and walked back to my office. Claire would reveal everything even if I have to take the risk of putting her under a trance again. I didn't rush. There is no need to cause a scene and Claire wouldn't escape. She knows what I can do.

Walking back into my office Claire is standing up against the wall now.

"Ready to talk?"

"Yeah. You're right I do love you."

"See, that wasn't so hard was it?" I closed the door and walked up to her, lighting brushing her hair away from her face.

"I wasn't ready to admit it. It was stupid…" I heard a tremor in her voice. It was so small she may not have even realised it. She's still scared of me.

"And what about Shane?"

"I don't love him anymore. I don't think I ever did. But when I first came here, I never had a boyfriend before so I guess I was overwhelmed and just wanted one, I guess."

"Well done." I brushed her hair behind her ear and thought about what else I should do. I had gotten her to admit her feelings now I could carry on some more then let her go. She might be devastated, she might be thrilled but at least I would have gotten rid of her feelings.

"Claire I-" I started then abruptly stopped and gasped. Claire had stabbed me with a wooden stick. But where would she get that from? I should've seen her!

I collapsed to the ground.

6 minutes later

I gasped and woke up, as I felt the stake being pulled out. I looked to see who had pulled it out and it was none other than Oliver.

"I would have left it in, but I needed to talk to you." Oliver stood up.

I got up and sat down on the chair by the window. "And what might that be?"

"The plan was you get Claire to fall in love with you then later you say this was all a trick. The plan was not to terrorise the girl and put false memories in her head."

"So she told you? I presumed she might."

"Right after staking you, I heard a thump so I came here and Claire was just leaving. This time you deserved it."

I growled quietly. "It was never going to work if she didn't admit them to herself. I wasn't terrorising her."

"She looked pretty terrorised to me."

"It worked, didn't it?"

"The only thing that worked, was in making sure Claire stays away from you for a very long time." Oliver said. "You're going to restore everyone's memories including Claire's."

"Since when have you been so worried about Claire?"

"I'm worried about myself. Return them or this stake goes back in your chest for another few minutes."

I will not stand for this. "Gua-" Oliver cut my voice off, with a voice around my throat.

"You're guards aren't coming. As second in command I've sent them off on a little errand. Now are you going to return my memories or not?"

I didn't respond for a few moments. Oliver placed the sharp end of the stake against my chest, but I held it back to prevent being stabbed again.

"Well?" Oliver asked. After a thought, I reached up with my free hand and placed it on his head and restored the past 2 hours I had taken from him. Oliver took the stake away, but didn't remove his hand from my throat. "So my suspicions were correct. I should've known you've been messing with her mind."

All I could do is give him a fierce glare. "What happened when you kidnapped Claire?"

I smiled at this. He would never know that. And I will make sure Claire never tells anyone.

Oliver squeezed his hand tighter. "Tell me or I break your windpipe."

I grabbed his wrist. Oliver let go enough so I could speak. "You will never know."

Oliver growled and squeezed my throat. I heard and felt a soft snap then Oliver let go and walked away. "You will give everyone their memories back and leave Claire alone or I will do worse things than break your windpipe."

"You're threatening the Founder." I faintly whispered.

"And they aren't empty threats." Oliver said, then left, closing the door behind him. I held my throat which was already healing and got up and went to my desk.

I have to get to Claire and make sure she doesn't tell anyone… Or maybe she already has. But no-one could take the memory spell away except me.

Once my throat had healed, I picked up my phone and called my bodyguards.

"Find Claire Danvers and take her to the secret room in the Glass House. Call me when you have her."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Where I'm taking you Claire, Oliver can't protect you.