“Come on Becca. You have to eat something.”
“No! I'm not hungry!”
“You haven't eaten in weeks! Eat!”
“No!”
Becca moved away from the mesa, tabela she was sitting at. Trevor had requested it, including her favorito foods. He'd been trying for over an hour, but nothing was working. As he watched her profile, Trevor noticed that Becca was on the verge of crying. He sighed and went to her. He grabbed her hand, pulling her to the mesa, tabela gently. He grabbed a spoonful of chocolate pudding, Becca watching his every move. He brought the spoon to her mouth.
“Come on baby bird. Eat it.”
His words were gentle, his tone soothing. And Becca willingly opened her mouth and took the bite of comida he was giving her. Her eyes suddenly lit with anger and she swallowed hard.
“You persuasive jerk!” she shouted, pulling free.
Trevor smirked and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He picked her up and Becca squealed, laughter in her voice.
“Put me down Trevor!”
He did as she instructed and she turned to him.
“You're the devil,” she breathed.
Trevor laughed at this and sat Becca into a chair. She took a sip of water, refusing to eat anything else he shoved at her.
“Eat,” he commanded.
Becca shook her head.
“I will not. And you can't make me.”
Trevor's eyes lit with mischief.
“Are you sure?”
Becca nodded, leaning closer to him.
“Really sure?”
Again, she nodded as she leaned closer. Their faces were a breath apart.
“A hundred percent sure?”
Another nod. Before anything else happened, the door opened.
“Becca!”
“Guys? What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you!”
“No I mean...how? There's Dark magic all over the place! How did you guys get in?!”
“The only thing cursed with Dark magic is the inside of your cell.”
Becca looked at Trevor and he nodded.
“You knew I could get out? Why didn't you tell me?”
“Because I know you Becca! You would have flown away! I wanted you to stay here...with me.”
“With you?” Becca said, almost dreamily.
“Yes.”
Becca hummed almost happily. It made Robin cringe and he stepped forward.
“Becca-”
“Robin! What are you doing here? I thought you'd be with Sam.”
“No. I don't want Sam anymore.”
Becca looked at him, her eyes timid and fearful.
“What are you talking about?” she whispered.
“Becca...I want you back.”