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~Rosie
"For once, you're the enigmatic one."
I ignore Time's remark as he walks through the door. I've been pacing back and forth, raking my hands back through my head, cursing myself over and over. I just killed someone. It may have been an accident, but it still happened. I reacted out of fear, that Time would find out the mistake I made, and I would have to fess up. Looks like now, I have no other choice.
"It was an accident," I reiterate my thoughts. Realising I had raised my voice at him, I lower it, running my hand down my face. Trying to calm down, I look around, watching Time pull a pair of gloves off his hands. "What did you do with the body?"
"Don't worry about that," Time say dismissively. If my stomach wasn't swirling uneasily, I would have pushed him further. "I'm not the one meant to be explaining myself."
Time being so unfazed is unnerving.
His relationship with death is different to mine. When you have lived as long as has, that would be a given. His ability to dispose of a body in such a cold, unflinching manner isn't normal, regardless of his life experience. Nevertheless, I would much rather he do that for me then have me panic and leave the body where it was for the authorities to find it.
"You're going to be really mad," I say slowly. My plan was for Thought to go through with his promise and for me to continue on without having to tell Time any of what occurred on that day. His reaction is not something I'm looking forward to.
He shrugs his shoulders. "Try me."
"You caught me," I say quickly, praying his reaction isn't explosive and heated. Time furrows his brow, looking at me as if I've grown a second head.
"I did?"
"Not you as in you now. I mean previous Time. The one of this era," I tell him uneasily. He stares at me, taking a moment to decipher what I'm saying before his expression morphs into one of utter mortification, then anger.
It's strange to see him angry. It's a dark, brooding shadow that drifts across his face. The way that muscle in his chair clenches, to the way the line between his eyebrows develops...It's exactly what I was hoping to avoid. Would he hurt me? Would he lash out and take his anger out on me? It's a fleeting thought that crosses my mind, but I quickly shun it.
"I really hope this is a joke," he tells me, his tone lowering to the point his voice is almost unrecognizable. It sends shivers all the way down my spine.
"See, that's the thing...He found me in the room when I was taken off guard by the suddenly change in atmosphere," I tell him, recalling the mistake that could have cost me my life. It does make me wonder though; would that Time have killed me? He seemed threatened by me, or maybe just curious. Either way, he's unpredictable.
I bite the edge of my lip. "Please don't be mad."
"I'm just trying to wrap my head around this," he claims. Now it's his turn for him to rake his hands through his hair. I watch each ebony strand fall away from his fingers, a visual representation of the stress he is under.
"Don't worry, we didn't touch. But he knew I was different. Thought, when he was punishing him, looked into my eyes and realised he couldn't read my thoughts," I tell him. Time winces. This is only getting worse with each word that is coming out of my mouth. This is exactly what we should have avoided, but as usual, I managed to mess it up.
"And you escaped me? Him..." Time asks skeptically. By his expression and tone, I can tell he is uncertain of how I could escape someone as powerful as him.
"Time left and then all of a sudden Thought from our era appeared and let me free, wiping the minds of both himself and Time. But I guess now he never actually did..." I say. Finally, it's all out, with an expression on Time's face to match. I may be his mate, but no doubt there are some things that are a line crossed. And this is one of them. I made a mistake and trusted the wrong person.
Even if I knew how bad the relationship is between them.
"So, you're telling me, that there's an immortal...I'm out there, knowing about you, when I shouldn't," he breathes, anger and hostility radiating under his tone. "This was my fault. I shouldn't have sent you in there. So much risk...I just didn't think it would go this bad."
"I'm sorry Time. I didn't mean to," I assure him. Not only am I beating myself up internally, I've just killed someone and Time can't bear the sight of me. Everything is falling apart around me.
Time stands, turning his back on me. "I need some air."
"Wait...I'm sorry." I call out after him, but regardless, he walks out the door, leaving me standing in the middle of the apartment room
***
I was lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling when he comes back in.
It didn't take him too long to calm down. Meanwhile, I've been lying here, ripping into myself for the mistake I've made. As he walks in, I quickly sit up, examining his face closely to determine whether he is still angry at me. Thankfully, the stress has disappeared from his face, and he looks eerily calm. I wait until he comes to sit next to me.
"How you are you feeling?" he asks me, his tone flat. Either he doesn't actually care, or he still resents me. I can't blame him, although it has my heart sinking right back down again. I can't even look at him now.
"Guilty. I can't believe I trusted him. I know how you feel about him. Or felt," I tell him, resting my chin on my palm.
Glancing over at Time, I notice something seems off. He stares at me, jaw ridged, eyes slightly narrowed. It's almost as if he is taking apart every inch of my appearance, like it is detrimental my expression is considered.
"It's fine," he replies.
"Are you okay? You look...uncomfortable," I note. Something isn't right. This isn't the most ideal situation; however, Time looks as though he is holding something back from me. It's unnerving, but with everything on the edge, I don't want to bring it up first.
Time turns his whole body to face me. The way he is looking at me is unnerving, as if he is trying to attempt his next move without appearing strange. This entire situation is suspicious, but maybe this is me reading into this because I'm in the wrong. What I did was a bad move, and Time is trying not to be angry at me, but it's appear like...this.
I notice him glance down at my lip for a split second before he reaches at me, holding the side of my face as he kisses me.
"Woah, Time. What are you doing?" I question, leaning backward.
"Kissing you," he breathes.
I don't move this time, letting him kiss me. Maybe it's because I feel guilty, or maybe I actually want it. Either way, there is no denying the softness of his lips, the feeling of his hands on me, pulling me further toward him. His kiss is demanding, passionate. It's different to what I'm used to. It's more pressing, wanting more and more until I'm almost breathless.
Never once does he take his lips off mine, as his hands trail down my sits, hovering right above the band of my pants. My heart rate accelerates. The moment I feel his hand on my zipper, I know something isn't right.
"Okay, okay...Don't you think we should talk first," I say, pressing firmly on his chest to keep him away from me. His smile is boyish, eyes blinking lazy. Something really isn't right with him. Even though he's not the best person, he wouldn't push sex on me like this. Especially in a situation like right now. We should be working on a solution.
He tilts his head coyly, holding my chin with his fingers. "And deny your precious mate what he wants."
"What is wrong with you?" I growl.
"Where are you from anyway? A couple years away or like all the way in the future?" he questions, raising an eyebrow at me.
Everything goes cold. My blood, my skin. It suddenly dawns on me that the man sitting in front of me isn't the Time from my era, but the Time from this one. I knew something was up with him, but I had no idea it would be anything like this.
"Because I have a feeling, I haven't actually met my mate yet," he murmurs, his tone turning sinister. "Until now, I guess."
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