¬Luella His eyes sweep over me, the silver of his irises turned milky under the moonlight, an ethereal hint to it. I’m ready for him to be angry at me, to wonder what I’m doing out here, in the middle of nowhere in almost complete darkness. He doesn’t look angry, as he looks over me intently, likely looking to ensure I’m safe and okay. I’m perfectly healthy, yet utterly mortified that Thought found me...I shouldn’t be surprised, I mean he is far more powerful than me, and possibly knew all along. “Don’t be mad at me,” I say carefully, holding my hands up defensively. He comes to stand in front of me, not touching me, although the proximity makes me shiver. Last time I saw him, he had no idea
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