Thought

Chapter Thirteen

Word Count: 1599

~Luella

There's nowhere to run.

Fate sits right by my legs, hand on my calf atop the blanket. It's a warning, not to even consider making a move. The door is ajar, but barely. There are no windows in this room anyway, giving me no sense of bearings. We could be anywhere right, in a realm not like my own. Right now I could be his prisoner and he's trying to make feel welcome, so I don't panic.

"Please let me leave," I breathe softly, trying not to appear threatening. I doubt he's very scared of me, regardless. The amount of power that exists in this one body sitting in front of me is more than I can imagine. So much so it's convinced me out of making any move more than negotiation.

"See I can't do that right now," he tells me. His tone is somewhat sympathetic, or maybe condescending. With a dark raised eyebrow, I know that his words are stern and serious.

There's no escaping.

"You're keeping me here against my will?" I question.

"I wouldn't put it like that," he says, tilting his head back and forth playfully. I stare at him, hating how casual he is. If he is meant to be threatening, it's not working. Maybe it's because he knows his presence in general is enough to scare anyone into submission. "I'm here to help you."

Taking my focus on him, I look around at my surroundings, not getting anything new from them. "Where am I?"

"You're still in my territory. Not even a few streets away from your home," he tells me. Looking into those frighteningly dark eyes, I doubt he is telling the truth. This is probably a tactic to make me feel comfortable, although it only makes me want to get out of here quicker. Maybe if he weren't such a frightening figure, I would be curious to hear what he has to say.

"So why have me here?" I ask.

"I just wanted to impart some valuable advice. My plan was to wait a little longer, however, your aggression toward your...Thought, brought me into your life earlier than I expected," he tells me, standing. He's taller than I expected an immortal to be, but I suppose Time and Thought have both surprised me on that front.

Why are these immortals so obsessed with infiltrating my life? For once I would just like some answers.

"What does that even mean?"

Fate holds his hand out to me, which surprisingly, his right one is covered in a black glove. Usually that is a sign of conservatism, as if he is frightened to reveal that maybe we are mates. Although, I already know he's mated. "Why don't we have dinner together? It's getting quite late."

I consider that for a moment. There's no point disagreeing, otherwise this process will be extended so much longer, and I'll never get out of here. Plus, the last thing I want to do is to anger him. It's too bad my injuries make is almost impossible to get out of bed. Seeming to notice my struggle, time reaches out, wrapping his fingers around mine.

Immediately, my entire body relaxes, all the pain diminishing until it's completely vanished. I breathe out in relief, enjoying the euphoric feeling of no longer having pain.

"Like is said, I have a great medicine cabinet," he murmurs, slowly releasing his fingers from my grasp. I hadn't realised I had been clutching them, milking whatever magic he had used.

"Thank you," I mutter in response. I would pretend I'm not grateful for the reprieve.

Wordlessly, I follow him out of the room.

He's dressed me in some kind of gauzy white dress, which I don't even want to consider how I got into it. I'm more concerned as he leads me into an open room which connects the kitchen with the living room and dining area. Food is already laden on the table, which immediately has me savaging. I hadn't realised I was so hungry...