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(Spoilers for Sinful's Lust. Read at your own risk)

¬Luella

Any dialogue in her memories is foggy, but the faces are clear.

I could have looked past this memory and not seen anything strange about it, but yet as I look closer, sifting through the intricacies of it, I notice the strange white haired figure with milky eyes that she has seen in the past has more to him than what might be revealed at first glance. Looking deeper into memories involving him, I see Sinful, and then feel Millicent's fear.

Whoever this man is, he's scaring her, even today. The memory of that feeling has been lingering for quite some time, being something she has kept personal to her.

"I think there is something wrong," I breathe. Once I've pieced together the story, the reason why Millicent is so fearful of this white haired man, I finally pull away, releasing my hold on the Moon Goddesses mind, regaining all my senses.

"What is it?" she asks nervously, fingers knotting together in front of her. There's hope in her emerald eyes, like we may be able to figure out the reality behind her powers. In truth, I never had faith that this would work, but now I feel as though I've exposed something far darker.

"The Moon...has a name," I breathe, almost sure I'm right about. "Kyser. And he's trying to protect Millicent from Sinful."

There's silence for a long moment.

Glancing at Sinful, it becomes apparent that this is his first time hearing about this. His dark brows furrow, lavender eyes casting down to the floor as he thinks this through, Suddenly I realise that maybe I shouldn't have said that, like I revealed something that Millicent didn't want him to know. She has gone pale, starting at me like she can't believe that came out of my mouth.

"I think that's enough," Millicent says quickly, getting to her feet. I flinch back, a headache gathering between my temples. I spent too long trying to get into her head and now I'm suffering the consequences of it.

Sinful is staring me down, lavender eyes turning dark. "Are you sure that's what you saw?"

"As sure as I can be," I say uneasily, watching Millicent walk away a few steps, even if she does linger for a long moment, waiting to hear what I have to say. "Did I say something wrong?"

Sinful looks down at his clasped hands, breathing in deeply. This was meant to be a favour, to get on the good side of a few immortals, yet now I feel as though I've exposed something from between them that can't be taken back.

"This is a curse after all. I'm sure you must have misread," Millicent says firmly, crossing her arms over her chest. Looking up at her, I frown. She doesn't believe me, or is choosing not to. Or maybe she is trying to discredit me, so Sinful won't believe a word coming from my mouth. What I have may be rare, but I know it's real, and I know what I saw can't just be explained away.

Thought cuts in before I have a chance. "She didn't misread anything. This ability is more powerful than you think."

"You know about this. I can see the interactions," I say softly, looking pointedly at Millicent. She flinches, eyes narrowing slightly. I'm not sure if she is angry, or if she is frightened at what I've revealed.

"Maybe you should go," is all she says.

Instead of protesting, I look toward Thought and nod at him. There is little point in making it clear to her and her mate that she should be worrying about her situation with Kyser, especially when it is none of my business. So I just get to my feet, reaching my hand out to Thought.

"Let's go, Thought," I mutter. Millicent leaves the room quickly, while Thought and I leave the other way. Right before we leave, I catch Sinful's gaze, seeing the confusion, the shock there.

I almost feel bad. But Thought and I have a sense of normalcy to chase.

***

It took us a lot more driving until we finally reached our destination.
Thought chose Karma's territory, taking us away from the rainy area of Fate's for a more desert climate. Seeing the red sand outside that passes by us at a blur is jarring. Thoughts idea to get away from our life back home is truly coming to fruition. It's unlikely anyone is going to follow all the way out here.

We finally stop in a village outside the main city, nestled amongst what I can only describe as an oasis amongst this desert terrain. As soon as we arrive, we agree to go on a walk together to talk everything through while seeing the rest of this village.

"With everything that has gone on, it's been hard to imagine a moment where I could be around you alone. Truly alone, in this reality," Thought says gently, smiling down at me.

Looking up at him I nod, trying not to concentrate on the harshness of the sun on my back.

"It is strange, isn't it."

"Do you like that I'm your mate," Thought asks softly, raising a dark brow, silvery eyes glinting in the sun. The question strikes me into silence for a moment, not expecting him to be so forward. I haven't had much time to truly think about what it means to be his mate, outside of receiving this curse.

"Of course I do," I say honestly. And I mean it, too. Perhaps I was angry about my reality a while ago, but now, I'm happy I have my mate, especially one who has been kind to me, who has been trying to look after me the best he can.

Thought smiles softly, innocently. We have walked into some kind of park, the dirt beneath us a dull red, the trees strangely bright and lush as they border small emerald colour springs. This really is an oasis in the middle of this desert.

"Are you ready to be with me? For the rest of our lives?" he asks tentatively.

I frown, allowing myself to picture that. What would that be like? There's a real chance that my life will be like this for eternity, which isn't exactly what I would prefer. But with Thought, it almost seems bearable.

"Yes, I suppose I am," I tell him honestly. Whatever it might mean, I'm ready. This seems like the perfect time to establish how we feel about each other before we have to return back to our old lives in Thoughts Territory. I've mended my relationship with Della, my sister, so now it's time to make this final decision, and that's to commit to Thought, as his mate.

"Are you ready for everything that comes with that," he asks lightly, looking down at me attentively as I attempt to gauge his reaction.

I raise my brows. "And what is that?"

"I want you to want me, Luella," he says suddenly, grabbing my forearm to pull me to a stop. I face him, looking up as he tries to smother the vulnerable expression which admittedly I see right through. This isn't easy for any to open up about. "As much as I want you."

"And I do." You have no idea.

He smiles, looking down at his feet as we walk, hands shoved in his pants. My heart flutters slightly. As powerful and as handsome Thought truly is, I have a feeling he hasn't been so up front about his feelings before, especially like this. There is a sense of coyness there, but it doesn't completely fool me. There's something darker there that I'm excited to explore.

"In the beginning, were you able to control me with your mind, if you wanted to?" I ask him curiously. He knows what I'm referring to, that glint in his eyes confirming it.

"I could have put thoughts in your head, made you make decisions and feel what wasn't truly there," he tells me uneasily. Despite already knowing that, I swallow my fear. I trust Thought, and I know he wouldn't betray my trust like that. "But I can assure you that never happened."

I feel our fingers brush together "You could have made me fall in love with you?"

"Maybe not love," he admits. He can't have convinced me that we were mates if we weren't, so it makes sense that he wouldn't be able to fabricate something so deep and so serious. "But other things, yes."

"Such as?" I question. Again, already knowing what he is referring to. The more I think about it, the more frightening it is, especially when I think back to that time I slept on his couch and has sinful dreams about him. It would have been easy for him to take a look into my mind and see it.

"It would have taken nothing more than a single thought to have you falling into my bed every night, had I wished it to be that way," he says darkly, looking down at me with those eyes that almost seem to look right through me to my deepest thoughts, even when he has promised to never do that again. "I may have desired you, but I would never have done that."

"I believe you," I murmur. And I mean that.

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