Page 87 of Emma & Edmund

Above her, Molek's grin only grew, the corners of his lips curling unnaturally.

"It's a nice thought, isn't it? Despite your viciousness, I'm sure you could convince him to-"

"Get off of me." Emma had to steel herself against the thought, had to stop the feelings it brought on.

Her being with Edmund had only brought ruin upon her. She couldn't even fully blame the demon holding her down, she had allowed herself to be swept up in Edmund from the moment she met him.

In fact, the hell spawn trapping her himself spawned Edmund. If Molek can control women through desire, who's to say his son didn't inherit the same gift?

The theory only barely formed before she pushed it away. Edmund was nothing like his sire.

"There's nothing for you here!" Molek practically screamed, shaking her with the force of his words, bringing her attention back to the matter at hand. Namely, the demon who was pinning her to her bed. "Just come back with me!"

"I won't!"

"Miss Emma?"

Both earthly and hellion being's mouth snapped shut, listening to the voice beyond the door. Heidi's high voice came through with a worried lilt.

Too late, Emma remembered that just because Molek couldn't be heard, didn't mean she couldn't.

"Are you awake? Is everything all right? It's nearly noon."

"Say everything is fine," Molek's nails dug into her skin, his eyes boring into hers with such intensity that, despite her hatred of him, Emma couldn't pull away. "Now."

"Everything is fine, Heidi." Try as she might, Emma could not steady her voice.

"Are you certain? I heard you scream."

"Nothing but a nightmare. No need to come in!" She shouted as the door handle began to turn. Although Molek couldn't be heard by her, it was yet to be known if he could be seen. It was an experiment Emma was not anxious to perform.

For too long of a moment where the very air held still, the crystal knob remained twisted before it fell back into place. The door remained latched.

"If you insist, Miss." Rejection was palpable on Heidi's tongue. "Please call if you need anything."

"Now," Emma snapped back to Molek, shaking off the spell he had over her mouth. "You will tell me in plain English why you are here. And you will do sooff of me."

"Ah," Molek breathed over her cheeks, his sickly grin returning, "there's that fiest again-"

This time, Emma spit landed on his cheek.

"Fine, deny yourself!" With a flick, Molek removed his hands from her, rising unnaturally once again to hover over the bed, cross-legged and armed, while Emma scrambled to huddle against her headboard.

"Well?" Emma prodded after too many seconds of Molek pouting.

"That kid," Molek finally seethed, pointing westward, "is a mess. Do you understand how hard it is to obtain the sustenance I need when I'm shackled to a mope?"

"I could not care less."

"How could a man cry as much as he has? Even with no one about, it has to be a blow to pride at a certain point!"

"What does that have to do with me?" Emma's chest clenched at the thought of the force of nature that Edmund was, succumbing to his tears. Although, his emotions were always bold and loud.

Did his broad shoulders shake with the sobs, his hands covering his face? At the threat of her own tears, Emma forced a stop to the train of thought with a scowl.

"What doesn't that have to do with you?" Molek shot back. "You're the one who broke his heart!"

"Out of necessity!" Emma said through her teeth, acutely conscious of her rising voice. "What was I to do? Become his bride on the remnants of your altar?"

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