Anna's POV
Demitri smiles when he sees Alec's arms around me. "I expected more…more." He tilts his head. "Won't you even slap him, Anna? You're a passionate soul..."
I can't stand his face. "No, i'm not. Don't talk to me."
"Anna, I can see that Alec has upset you. But we still want you here, despite his awful attempts to make you want to leave. He's not doing this…mutiny -" and his voice curls in disgust "-for anyone but himself, don't you realize? He wants you as a decoy. You're nothing but a decoy to Ale-"
"I SAID DON'T TALK TO ME."
And I hit him so hard with the flashing rage of an orchestra that my head hurts and I can barely hang onto Alec when he kicks the trap door below us and sends us flying down, down, down to the ground. I'm not a decoy. I'm not a decoy. Decoys are like…rubber ducks and saying you see a flying pig over someone's shoulder when you don't. I refuse to be a rubber duck.
Alec can't just see me like that, I won't let him, it hurts-
And then Alec's forcing me to my feet, dragging me behind him as he runs in a steel grip, but my head is still pounding, pounding.
I do stupid things when I feel strongly. Alec holds my hand tight, and all I can do is stare at our entwined fingers and pass out because this isn't funny anymore.
Alec's POV
I make her pass out, sending the white cloud to her face before she can register it. This way, even if we get caught, she has an excuse.
I'm "kidnapping" her.
I know this is short, and it's been a while, don't worry the next chapter is much longer!
Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer