weatheredlaw:

from Hyacinth

Rosie felt Eli’s hand on her shoulder and she spun around, her palm making contact with his face before she could really react in any rational way to his touch.

“What the hell?” He reeled backward and continued cursing violently, his eyes searing with anger. “Listen to me, alright? I know that maybe you’re a little on edge right now, okay? I get that.”

“If we get caught -“

“Then one or both of us is getting shot,” he deadpanned, and Rosie stopped. She’d forgotten that Eli’s life hung in just as precarious a balance as her own. 

“What are we going to do?” she finally asked, when the image of hers and Eli’s dead bodies was as gone from her mind as she could possibly manage.

“First, you’re going to tell me you trust me.” 

“I’m not going to sit here and humor you all day. We-“

“Aren’t you the one that told me you’d die before you gave yourself up? Before you gave in to this pathetic law and this dimwitted administration? Wasn’t that you?”

“I don’t want to die,” Rosie responded, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Then trust me. That’s all I’m asking.” Their eyes met briefly and he managed to hold her gaze for longer than he had all day. “I know,” he began, almost sadly. “I’ve got the body of the enemy. I’ve got the wants and the needs and the instincts of the enemy. But I’m asking you, please, just…trust me.”