Claire's Point of View

After the guards had brought me into a featureless room apart from a table and 2 chairs and tied me to one, they left. I wondered where they were going since I could easily untie myself and make a run for it.

The door opened and the guards brought in the traitor. I looked away and listened as the chair was brought forward and he was sat down and tied up. Then the guards went to stand at either corners of the room.

"Hey. Hey, Claire." I ignored him. "Why aren't you talking to me?" He asked in a joking tone, but almost getting me intentionally killed was nothing to joke about. He sighed. "Look, I'm sorry I told Oliver where you was... Well actually technically I didn't... Wait I did... Anyway I'm sorry about that, but the man was gonna kill me. What did you expect?"

At this I turned to him. "Ever since I moved here, I've been in danger. Ever since I move into the Glass House I've almost been killed more times than I can remember. How many times have you almost been killed? Once? I moved here 70 years ago and I was human for 2 years and I can't tell you how many times I've come close to death. But what I can tell you is even if they threaten to kill me to get me to say where my friends are, I've never given them up. I'm not a traitor." After that I looked away again.

George didn't speak for a while. "Yeah Morganville's a dangerous town..." He sighed. "You have a right to be mad at me. If your not going to come to the Library anymore, I get it. I don't deserve anyone like you."

If that was made to melt my heart and become friends with him again, it won't work. Thankfully he didn't speak anything more to me.

About another 2 minutes went by when Amelie finally came in.

"You love Claire, don't you?" George asked.

"I ask the questions, not you." Amelie said, casting a glance at me. Her face revealed nothing as usual.

"But you do have strong feelings for her, though don't you? I heard the way you were talking when I was being led out."

Amelie sent him a cold stare. "I advise you keep quiet, until you are spoken to."

"It's fine, I don't mind. I've had a few boyfriends throughout my life." He shrugged. "It's nice you have someone to care about. I find it brings colour into life."

"Make sure he doesn't speak a word." Amelie said, continuing to glare at him. If I hadn't known about Christopher I would be thinking what is her problem but Christopher has shown an obsession with me too.

The guard came and tied a cloth over George's mouth tightly. Amelie looked to me. "What was you doing in the Library?"

"I... was..." I sighed. George is a traitor and Amelie will find out anyway. "I was just telling him how bad it went. With the drugs and all."

"Where did you get them from?"

"I thought because he's odd he would have something... He had a crossbow but I didn't use it."

"Obviously." With a glance to George, Amelie came around and lightly held my head to face her. "What else do you have in mind for me?"

"Nothing. Honestly, I just wanted to know what I told you in the office." She wasn't going to go inside my mind was she? Please don't.

Amelie's Point of View

I wanted to believe her, I really did. But I couldn't have Claire slipping something in my drink or drugging me with any contraption she had made.

I went through her mind. On the surface she was telling the truth; though I saw that had she succeeded, she would have used the drugs effects to her advantage, not only to ask a question.

Claire realised I was in her mind, and she tried to put up mental blocks but they were nothing to me. I looked deeper maybe she had plans for me that she wasn't actively thinking about.

One of her memories was of a room and I was in it. I assumed she was dreaming, but then I heard myself warning Claire that Christopher was coming for me, and I won't survive the experience. Claire won't remember it, but when she feels a prick on her hand he's coming.

I came out of her mind and dropped my hand. I composed myself and turned to the guard. "I've got everything I need. Take Claire to my office and take George away. I will question him later."

I walked away, out of the room and down the stairs where Oliver was conveniently waiting. "Well? What did you find from her?"

"If she had succeeded with me, she would have taken advantage." I said. He didn't need to know any more than that.

"And? That can't be it. Is she planning anything else? Will she get anymore of that stuff?"

"No. I've been in her mind, you don't need to worry anymore." I walked past him, but Oliver grabbed my arm.

"You seen something in her mind. What is it?"

"Just a young girls wild imagination." I took my arm out of his grip and walked away.