Thought

Chapter Ten

Word Count: 1663

~Luella

Trailing behind Revel, I warily look around me.

When I first came here, I didn't take much notice of the interior of this magnificent estate. Either that, or this uncomfortable feeling I'm drenched in is because he decided to revamp his home. Everything around me is different to what I remember. White reflective floors, dark walls. Everything is simple in its design, mirrors everywhere. My throat goes dry at the sight of it.

Revel leads me down a hallway and into a dining hall. It's beautiful, a complete representation of utter grandeur. I'm not sure who is putting on a show here, and who they are planning on impressing, but it's surely worked. The long table running down the centre of the room is laden with well presented silverware.

I'm so busy starting at the vases of blooming flowers in the centre of dinner table, I don't notice the figure that walks into the room.

The sound of Revel clearing his throat gets my attention.

Glancing up, I meet the eyes of Thought. I forget how intimidating a pureblood immortal can be, as I find myself drowning within his gaze, and the silvery veil of mist that shrouds his irises. He's adorned in a simple black jacket with royal blue stitching and buttons, a dark satin shirt underneath. His rolled up sleeves reveal tattoos, similar to Revel's, although darker, and if my eyes don't deceive me, I can see a faint hint of purple colour.

"You came," he says. He doesn't look surprised. He's probably sifting through my head right now, deciding what perfectly to say to manipulate me even more. It makes me feel vulnerable, but as he once told me, when I speak my mind as soon as the thought comes to my head, he can't keep up with me.

I smile tightly at Revel, who pulls out a chair for me to sit at near the end. "Looks like it."

"I'm glad you set this little dinner up, Thought. I think we have a few bridges to build between us, don't we?" Revel says brightly, his tone in completely contrast to the tense mood within this room. Thought follows suit, and finally we are all sitting down in close proximity to each other. Revel on my right, and Thought directly opposite me.

I'm sitting here right now out of desperation and confusion. I haven't yet revealed what these two immortals want to do with me. The more I think about it, the more I'm unnerved. What is this is an entire elaborate trap to kidnap me to test their powers out on.

"No harm in getting to know each other a little better," Thought replies, that breezy voice floating within the space between us. He doesn't take his eyes off me for a second - only to blink. It feels for a moment, like Revel isn't in the room with us.

"I'm not sure how I'm supposed to be involved with any of this," I admit, hoping I could cut to the chase. No point beating around the bush.

"Bad luck, right?" Revel says, before assessing our expressions. "Okay, maybe not."

They are hiding something. Clearly. Both of them are in on it, at least. They have me here to distract me, while something more devious goes on behind my back. Just confiding this information with myself puts me at risk, however, I realise now that I need to get out of here, no matter what. I'm just not sure how I'm meant to go about that.

"Are you going to go through my head?" I ask. It's a lot less of a question, and more of demand. I'm making commands to a powerful immortal beyond me. He could crush me with a single thought in his head. At this moment, he could force me to pick up the knife in front of me, and stab it into my eye.

Thought shrugs his shoulders in a way that hardly suits a man of his level. "You don't need to be concerned with that. I have no interest in delving through your mind."