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~Rosie

I'm not sure who exactly Sinful is, but his name sure did send a chill down my spine.

Time seems awfully vague in telling me who Sinful is, and what he does. All I know is he is a powerful Immortal, whose territory I passed through on the way to get here. His name is familiar, yet I can't piece together who he truly is. Time doesn't inform me, claiming it's best I don't know anything about him. It gives him power...I don't see why.

"Does he want to kill me?" I ask softly, as I place my omelette onto my plate. Having an Immortal as a mate is one thing, but having another who wants me dead is impossible to deal with. Even if I have Time protecting me. I still don't trust him.

Time pulls out a chair for me to sit on. I eye him as I slide into the seat, murmuring a thank you under my breath. He seems to be consider my question.

It doesn't make me feel any better.

"I doubt he would kill you at this point. A mate bond is a big thing, even to Immortals, so I'm sure he would use you to his advantage first," Time tells me, pulling out a chair to sit at the table close to me. I feel the urge to move back, yet I stop myself. I can't keep being afraid of him. He isn't going to hurt me, so I shouldn't be so on edge.

"Great," I mutter under my breath. What could be worse? Would I rather him kill me, or use me? I hate that suddenly I've been into thrown into this world of powerful people who I know nothing about, who apparently know everything about me.

When I glance back up at Time while I eat my breakfast, I notice him watching me, chewing the edge of his lip.

I wonder if he's had that habit for all his life.

For the rest of the day, I avoided Time. Oddly enough, it wasn't too difficult, since he spends most of his time in that locked room, that beautiful music drifting out from under the door. I spent the day in my room, distracting myself with a book I found on a bookshelf downstairs. It's ancient within my fingertips, but I'm curious about what is inside.

By the time dusk fell, shadows creeping into my room, I have finished the book, starting to feel exhausted, despite what little I've done today. Again, Time didn't interrupt me. I'm curious about what's behind that door...

Regardless, I curl up in bed, falling asleep quickly. Trying not to think about how tumultuous my life has been is a struggle, yet I'm managing it.

Barely, though.

I wrestle with sleep all through the night, until at some point, my eyes blink open, unable to get anymore. I'm surprised I can't sleep through the night, considering what has been going on recently, however, it's as if the moment I slip into slumber, something within my mind forces me back awake. It's almost as if I feel watched.

Maybe I just don't feel comfortable here. It's a new place I've never been in before, with an Immortal I don't trust linger around. Sitting up in my bed, I bury my head in my hands. I want out of here. I want all of this to be over.

"You've looked better," I hear someone say from the other side of the room. I freeze, my heart almost coming to a complete as I realise a stranger has snuck into my room while I was sleeping.

"Who's there?"

Around me, are only darkness and shadows. Their voice sounded like it came right from the corner, where the moonlight through the window doesn't reach. Plus, they clearly stand right by the light switch, leaving me with no choice but to stay still in bed. It could be another Immortal, meaning if I try to fight my way out, I'll have no chance.

"Don't be scared, I'm not trying to hurt you," they say. Their accent is otherworldly, so immediately I can tell they are an immortal. Either they are telling the truth, and they don't plan on hurting me, or they are baiting me to trust them.

They know me, clearly. That's the frightening part. Maybe it's Time messing with me, putting on another accent to scare me.

I'm nearly convinced of that until they step out into the moonlight.

He looks like Time a lot, but only slightly different. He's as tall, as lean yet still muscular. He has the same black hair, accept it's curled slightly at the ends. And down he stares at me, eyes as silver as the moon glowing outside. I've never seen him in my life, yet as I look at him, I know immediately who he is.

Thought.

"I considered the fact that perhaps now is a better time than ever to introduce myself," he says, strolling casually over with footsteps as light as air to sit down on the bed I still sit in. My legs are pulled up to my chest, as I stare at him skeptically. I can't see much of his features, considering the lighting, although those eyes stand out in the way he looks at me.

"You know me," I say clearly. It's less of a question and more of a statement. Despite the tension in my shoulders, I'm not particularly afraid of him for an odd reason. It's as if him being here has quelled my worry, like all will be answered.

"Considering you're my brothers mate, I've kept a special eye on you, even when you were a mortal," he tells me, voice like pure satin. "It's not hard to do with my abilities.

Abilities.

I know what his abilities are. To see within minds and visit people through them. In school he fascinated me the most, which meant I studied him over the other Immortals. Yes, they always scared me, yet Thought interested me...Or did he? At this point I'm not even sure these memories are real, or if they have been put within my mind.

"What do you want with me?" I demand. It seems foolish asking these audible questions, when he can look right into my mind.

"I'm Time's brother, so I thought it would be appropriate for me to introduce myself, since I'm so happy you're here," he tells me. There's a slight quirk to his smile, suggesting he's telling the truth. "Sorry about the time, though. Time wouldn't take so well to seeing me here, so I had to travel through your mind to arrive at this place."

So they don't like each other much. Noted.

Suddenly, an idea pops into my mind, and I turn to him. "Can you get me out of here? Please, I beg of you, take me somewhere where he can't reach me. I want to be free of this place."

Thought watches me while I speak, solemn. It seems he's pitiful for what I'm going through, yet, his hesitation to jump to my aid makes me apprehensive of his motives. He's not here to help me. He's related to the vile creature that is Time. They are both the same, I'm sure, and that leaves me with no one.

"I'm afraid there is more at stake than your homesickness," he tells me carefully.

I scowl at him. "Do you seriously think this is just homesickness? He took me away from my entire life...I'm left here to be eternally bored in a place with a man I'll never love, with some other immortal trying to kill me."

I'm exasperated, as I lean my head back against the door, breathing deeply. It feels good to get that off my chest, in all honesty. Even if it's not to the person who cares to listen.

"I understand how you're feeling better than anyone, I promise you. Right now, you're projecting your feelings right into my head, and honestly it giving me a migraine, but that's besides the point. What matters is that there is so much more to your life than just existing."

"I wouldn't call being here existing. I'd call it suffering."

"My brother is sick. Very sick, and you're the only one who can save him. He lacks all the empathy and care for the world he used to have to abundantly, and I'm hoping, as his mate, you can restore that, so I, as his brother, can have some peace," he explains.

Were I in a stable, rational mind, perhaps I would have understood his position, but as I am now, his words only anger me further. He must be so selfish to think I want to help him and Time. I couldn't care less about them.

He cuts me off before I can continue talking. "Time has done some terrible things in his life, but he's not bad at the core of it all. If you don't believe me, go into that room you've been wondering about. Maybe there You'll understand him better."

Thoughts explanation took a moment to sink in. In that time, he didn't waste none, vanishing as quickly as he arrived with no farewell.

I blink a few time, unsure of what to think.

Were it not for the curiosity burning within me, I would have curled up under my covers to cry and wish myself back to sleep. Unfortunately, his words only fueled the fire that was once embers, to explore that room he spends most of his time in. And being night, perhaps now is the best time to do so.

With bare feet, I pad my way silently throughout the house. Nothing creaks, nothing ticks. Everything remains where it should be.

When I reach the door, there is no music. He mustn't be inside, instead returning to his own quarters to rest, even though he doesn't require and sleep by nature.

Thought must have messed with me. He must have taken my apprehensive away with him, as I stand here, no concerns about what might be behind the door.

It could be anything.

Trying the lock, jiggling it a few times, I decide to pick it. It's petty of me, but not something I haven't done in my past life. I would have expected some magical barrier, but there seems to be nothing. Maybe he wants me to see this...

Finally, the lock gives. Clutching the door handle, I take a moment to breathe in deeply. I don't consider the consequences. Instead, I just swing the door open.

And what is beyond, is the last thing I expected.

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