Thought

Chapter Thirty One

Word Count: 1800

¬Luella

Death is exactly how I imagined her to be.

She has similar features to Thought, with long, straight dark hair that hangs down to her hips. With each time of her head, her hair seems to glimmer with a silver sheen. Her eyes are silver, like Thought's although a more muted grey. They seem to be alive, like dark tendrils of fog swirl endlessly around her irises.

And just to make her more like her namesake, she is dressed to head to toe with skin tight clothing, which is as black as obsidian. She is gorgeous, but undeniably intimidating. I can feel the power radiating off her, as if she is about to grab me, and drag me to the deepest depths below the earth. t

"So you're the one everyone is making such a fuss over," he muses, looking me up and down brazeningly, not appearing all that impressed by what she sees.

To her, I doubt I look like the type to hack into her brain and control her.

"I didn't exactly ask for this," I mutter, shoving my hands awkwardly into my pockets. I match her gaze, as hot and pressing as it may be. I'm not going to let her get to me, as much as I want to look away and cower. I've spent enough time around immortals now that I don't need to be so scared that they are going to waste their time using their powers against me.

"You should be grateful. Many would kill for Thought's abilities. Now you've just been given them," she comments. I can't decide if she blatantly doesn't like me, or is trying to figure me out.

"You know that's not what happened, Death," Thought cuts in uneasily, trying to relieve the tension between us. "This is a curse, There is only one way to get those abilities, and that is to be naturally mated to me."

Naturally. Not some forced matebond.

"I'm not saying I want your abilities, Thought," Death says tiredly, rolling her eyes. Even as she does that, she looks graceful and refined. She doesn't seem concerned with speaking out of term with Thought, their relationship far more complex than I could ever begin to imagine. "Thankfully, I'm powerful enough on my own."

"Why are you here?" I find myself saying.

"I was curious. Can you blame me?" she questions, a dangerous smile growing on her face with every passing second. The way she looks at me suggests she is more than curious. "You've been quite the fuss with all these pure-bloods recently."

"You've seen me, now you can go," I say lowly. I don't know why she is really here, and why Thought allowed her to see me. I don't trust any other immortals right now.

Death falters, looking at me like I just offended her entire lineage. I wait anxiously for her to blow up at me, to threaten me for everything I'm good for, but instead, calmness smoothes over her features, and she smiles at me, but there's a lethal poison lingering under the surface. One that I should be scared of, but refuse to be.

"Feisty. I think we will get along, won't be Thought?" Death breathes, eyes twinkling as she admires my mate. My stomach turns. Do they have a history, or am I reading this wrong? Death looks at Thought like she might eat him alive, but she could just be doing that do get to me.

"What's going on?" I ask, questioning the way she is looking at him, like there is a secret being shared without me knowing. Thought confirms it in the way he shifts uncomfortably on his feet.

He rubs the back of his neck. "You're going to go stay with Death for a little bit."

"What, why?"

"She can protect you. No immortal cares about obtaining my abilities enough to cross into Death's realm," Thought explains calmly, holding his hands out to me as if he can stop me from exploding in anger. I don't feel any, though. I'm just confused, that he would be willing to hand me over to Death when he has been trying to keep me from Immortals.