Thought

Chapter Twenty Five

Word Count: 1578

¬Luella

Thought's estate was ice cold as we arrive.

Maybe, in theory, it wasn't my best idea to invite Emmett back here. There is a storm lingering in Thought's eyes, as Emmett walks in, marvelling at the beautiful home the immortal has created for himself. But like I expected, Thought is being polite. His way of doing so, though, is being dead quiet, only speaking when he gets the chance.

"You have an incredible home," Emmett comments, nudging Thought without a single care in the world. I watch his silvery eyes focus on the poor, unknowing boy beside him. Emmett always sees the best in people, which is what drew me to him in the mortal realm.

"There are plenty of rooms in this place. I'm sure we can find one for you to stay in until you find a place of your own," I offer, hoping that's enough to cool the quiet rage Thought is withholding.

I'm not sure why he is so angry. Clearly he knows something I don't.

Emmett thanks Thought before walking up the stairs to where Thought had begrudgingly told him a room would be waiting for him. I go to follow, hoping to explain to Emmett why Thought might be so cold, and that it would be best for him to find another place as soon as possible, however, Thought grabs my arm, pulling me short.

"We need to talk," he says lowly. He doesn't sound angry, but I do hear the chilling edge to his voice, which sends shivers down my spine. I don't know Thought well enough yet to gauge how he reacts to situations. Especially in situations like these.

I watch Emmett disappear up the stairs, as Thought pulls me into a side room, closing the door tightly behind me. The concerned look in his eyes has my heart jumping to my throat.

"What's going on?"

"There's something wrong with your friend. I can't read his mind," he says lowly, as if he is concerned Emmett might hear him from down here. I frown. I don't know much about Thought's power and how far it goes, but I always assumed he could read anyone's mind he wanted to. SO hearing this sends a shiver throughout me.

"What does that mean exactly?" I ask nervously. No wonder Thought seemed so skeptical about him the moment I introduced the two. "Maybe it's because he's just come off the train, and he's still just coming out of Death's realm."

I'm hoping for anything at this point, to have a sense of normality in my life. I don't want my only possible friend here to have something strange about him.

Something I would have never noticed without Thought...

"There are few situations where I cannot access someone's thoughts. Either he is a Time Traveller, an Immortal, or he is using some form of magic to mask his mind. None of these seem likely for a boy who is fresh out of Death's realm," Thought muses. He's looking at me like I may know the answer, but I know as much about Emmett as he does.

"You're right, he's none of those. So why don't we just assume it's some kind of trick. Or maybe your powers are still weak from keeping me in a dream state for so long," I tell him, hoping like anything Emmett's motive isn't bad.

Thought looks skeptical, but I'm not sure how he can reason that Emmett could be an immortal, or that he's a time traveller. Maybe he has magic, but that seems so unlikely.

I mean, how would he get it?

"All I'm saying is, this might just be a fluke. I knew Emmett from forever ago. He was...special to me then. I know he wouldn't let me be homeless, so I don't want to do that to him. I hope you understand," I say softly, reaching out to grab Thought's hand. He lets me touch him, his skin softer than the hard expression