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~Rosie

I'm done for.

Sitting here, tucked into the back of a dark corner, I'm completely pinned, exposed to this powerful immortal's eyes. He stares down at me, golden eyes narrowed slightly, looking over me with no shame whatsoever. There's no excuse for this. There's no way to turn back and reverse my own stupidity.

What is this going to mean? The question is, will I return back to the present day, and it will all be a burning fire or a hole of nothingness? Maybe the Time from my era is already gone, having been completely destroyed as I appear in front of his past self.

Another predicament, is that I'm completely speechless. He's clearly not going to believe anything I say, and by the way he is looking at me, he may be plotting to kill me.

And I have no way of contacting my current Time...

"Not got a voice?" he questions, tilting his head tauntingly. Tearing my gaze away, I still don't speak. Maybe if I act innocent enough he will let me out of this with no questions asked. I'll just let him assume I stumbled in here on accident, maybe I was trying to clean the place, and got scared when he dragged his brother in for...whatever this is.

A muscle in his jaw ticked, glancing over his shoulder. Behind him, I see Thought lying there with his head slumped down, blood trailing down his chin to where it drips and pools on his lap. The sight makes me ill.

"You work here?" Time questions. Immediately I nod, praying he will let me out of here. Maybe the low lightening will allow me to get away with this.

Even if he is scrutinizing me.

"She doesn't," Thoughts says from behind us. Startled, I look behind him to see Thought is staring at us. Through a fringe of dark hair, he stares at me with brilliant silver eyes, which catch me off guard. I remember seeing them before, but they are never not jarring. Power radiates from him in the same way it does from Time.

In that moment, dread consumes me. Thought, evidently, can read my mind, and is probably piecing together a story that I doubt makes much sense to him. If he exposes me, I'm done for, and he knows it. I silently pray within my head for him to be merciful.

"She's using black magic of some kind," he mutters, spitting blood out onto the floor. I shiver, feeling Time's gaze intensify. "There's some kind of block on her mind. I can't read it."

Time's smile grows. "Interesting."

As much as I try catch Thought's gaze, I can't. His attention is cast down to the floor, looking disconcerted. I suppose he's the one who is getting tortured right now, and won't be much help for me. With Time pinning me against his wall with that poisonous smile, I know that there isn't much that is going to get me out of this. I need to keep him away from me. If he touches me, who knows what will happen.

"Please, I don't want any harm," I say slowly, wishing my voice would stop shaking.

Time's eyes narrow slightly, still looking me up and down. I'm still dressed in my sheer, billowy white dress from our last place in time, which is now covered in grime and ripped around the hem. I'm a mess, but by the expression on the Immortals face, he doesn't look so sympathetic.

"Then what do you want? Where did you come from, and what business do you have looking on a pair of brother's personal business?" Time questions, raising a skeptical eyebrow. He thinks I'm some kind of witch, here with magic beyond his imagination.

He has no idea...

"I have no business. I just want to leave," I tell him, hoping he will take pity on me. Where is my Time anyway? He's vanished, living me here with a merciless, vengeful version of him.

Time grins, getting to his feet. He holds out a hand to me, one gloved, the other left bare. Just my luck, he holds his bare one out to help me off the floor, so I get up myself, struggling with all the dress around my legs. At least I look battered enough to get away with being the poor soul who stumbled upon something she didn't mean to.

"Scared to touch me? Is it because I'm an immortal?" he questions, eyeing my bare skin with a gaze that makes me uncomfortable. Cocky bastard. I suppose as long as he believes that, I might be okay.

"Just leave her alone," Thought mutters.

"Leave her alone? She snuck in here, and you're the one telling me she can evade your ability to read her mind. She's under some kind of magic," Time says, crossing his arms over his chest. Both men are wearing suits, as if they have come from some kind of event. Odd, but I'm not here to complain.

"I'm not-"

"She's not. I've never experienced this before in my many years," Thought admits. Finally, he looks up at me, meeting my eyes. I can't tell who is the most intimidating right now. The immortal exposing me, or the immortal who can do something about it. "It's like a fog I keep trying to push through, but behind is a hard, dark wall of nothingness. It's like she doesn't actually exist."

Internally, I curse. How long until they grasp that I'm a victim of Time's own powers, and I'm not meant to be in this era. The gears within Thought's mind are slowly ticking, and although right now he is less experienced, he is still an extremely powerful.

Time turns around, pulling a wooden chair out of the darkness, placing it directly opposite his brother before motioning for me to sit. "Fascinating. Why don't you take a seat?"

I want to protest, but I think otherwise, obliging him.

He kneels down, tying my hands down with rope that has seemingly appeared out of nowhere. He's expertly good at this, securing me tightly, leaving no room for my slim wrists to slip out. Not that I want to. Where would I run anyway? Thought's own rope is some kind of glittering silver substance. It must be doused in magic to keep him in place.

"I quite like this on you. It's a shame we aren't doing this in another circumstance," Time murmurs in my ear, before tightly securing the last knot. Gritting my teeth, I test the tightness, to be solely disappointed. It scrapes painfully at my wrist.

"No one told you to tie me here. I'm innocent," I growl at him. As much as I can't blame anyone else here, I'm starting to get angry, and slightly concerned. What is his plan with me?
Time laughs tauntingly, circling me.

"Why don't you just tell me who you are, and what you're doing here, and maybe I'll consider letting you go," Time offers, coming around to kneel down in front of my seat. We are at eye level.

If I wanted to, I could reach out and kick him...not that it would do much damage. I'm no pureblood immortal like these two, with infinite amount of power.

Just the thought of scaring him brings an idea into the forefront of my mind. Can anything could be done by tricking him? By truly frightening him like he is doing to me? I suppose there is only one way to find out.

"I'm someone you should be scared of," I growl. Both Time and Thought look taken aback by my sudden change of tact.

Time raises a skeptical eyebrow. "And why might that be?"

"Because I have power. A lot of power. I can ruin your life without even thinking twice about it, so I suggest you let me go right now before I have to start admitting things to you that you won't like me knowing," I snap. I'm threatening him with the knowledge that only his mate would know about him. Hopefully it will be enough to get me out of here.

"Try me," Time taunts.

Taking a deep breath in, I consider turning back on my plan, but decide to just dive straight in.

"This whole conversation is about Amaris, isn't it? It's a shame she broke your heart and went for your brother instead. And no doubt you'll still paint portraits of her in your sad little den in the middle of that forest. Am I right?"

The silence in the room is palpable.

Time loosens a breath, looking away from me. No words are spoken, as he gets to his feet, walking out the door. I flinch as it slams, coating the room in silence right after. Clearly, he wasn't going to expect me to reveal any information like that, but I didn't think he would storm right out of the room like that.

"Are you like me?" Thought breathes. His tone suggests concern, but his eyes are curious. I shake my head at him, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"No. But I'm going to be completely honest with you Thought," I breathe. "I really need your help."

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