Merlin's POV
"I want names." Atticus says as he opens up the cell door blocking Valdus. I watch Atticus flare his nostrils, and I decide that if he kills Valdus, I won't stop him.
I glance at the man himself, and see him watching me intensely. He knows it's your fault. I quiet my thoughts down as Atticus takes no notice at how Valdus is staring at me.
The cell door finally opens.
"Can I have my phone call right about now-" Valdus starts with a sly smirk, but gets interrupted as Atticus stalks in the cell, and drags him out by his hair. I wince, recalling how smooth the tendrils are, and find myself not wanting to be here. Especially after Valdus yelps in pain.
I could pretend to have an urgent phone call- but maybe Atticus would tell me to ignore it. I know that I have to be here
