Twenty-six: Flicker

Penthurst Manor

Emma's pov

I came to Patrick's room as fast as I could his door was unlocked and I flung it open. The light from a single bulb illuminated the room enough for me to see Tristane sprawled on the floor and Patrick knelt by him.

"Get away from him!" I yelled at the man I loved.

His shoulders tensed and I knew he wasn't himself. When he finally turned to me I saw it was Patrick's face but somehow I was seeing Claus instead.

"What... what's going on?" I muttered.

Patrick/Claus rose slowly to his feet, face bare of emotions. But before I could blink he got me pinned to the wall, his huge hands gripped my throat.

"Witch!" He spat at me. His face only a few inches away from mine as if he was going for a kiss.

But it wasn't Patrick and he wasn't going to kiss me. This was Claus and he was about to kill me.

"Claus?"

"Oh you can tell?" He smirked like the devil.

"But how?"