Remnant Book 1

Chapter 8

"You know," he whispered.

Cyrus stood in front of me with a menacing glare just about a foot away. I felt him probing my thoughts again with just his gaze. How many times had he done it before in the last hours? Had he attempted to search into all my personal little secrets?

I panicked and attempted to conceal any sentiment by envisioning the one thing I knew would be destructive.

Fire.

I could think of no other more powerful force than flames to consume what I felt. I burned them. My emotions, my thoughts, everything that I had allowed into my head moments ago were being charred as I visualized ashes floating around me. My imagination brought forth tiny particles of fluorescent orange drifting into the air as I removed any feelings other than fire. The more I felt his presence in my mind, the stronger I allowed the blaze to rage. It consumed every doorway I had left open in my mind not knowing that my personal impulses and opinions had been intruded upon.

Now that I was aware of how strong this connection between us was, I attempted everything in my power to sever it and detach it from my own. There was no way I could allow him to sense or feel my deceptions. If he were to find out, he may prevent me from pursuing the remainder of my trip to my parent's home alone.

Suddenly, I became aware that I must have the same capability to invade his thoughts. This realization startled me that I momentarily let my guard down without realizing I had left myself vulnerable. The pursuing current he sent increased in strength causing me to step back and take a deep breath. I tried to physically and mentally push him away, but he grabbed my arm lifting me up closer to him trying to gain access into my head.

"What are you hiding, little bird?" he tried coaxing while his own spiraling emotions wrapped themselves around me like a cocoon.

"What are you talking about?" I asked fearing how he would respond. The only thing touching me was his hand on my arm and yet it felt as if we were tangled in piercing thorns finding ways to damage each other.

This time I searched for the energy within me to focus on his own sentiments. There had to be a way that I could detect what he felt as well. In fact, I'm sure I had been feeling it all along without really knowing. Maybe by shifting my attention to him he would cease searching into my consciousness.

His eyes narrowed when he realized what I was doing. The surprise strike stalled him as he became aware of my breach. His emotions were countless that they were impossible to interpret.

Steadily he presented me with a wicked grin as he let me ravage his thoughts that centered on a singular emotion. I could feel a deep craving making me feel warm and tingly bringing forth a strong desire. A hunger arose stirring up feelings so powerful and passionate that I tried to release my hand and break away from his grip, but it was near impossible.

He was intentionally trying to elicit a sensual desire by sharing his erotic thoughts and images that rendered me motionless.

"Careful where you tread with your curiosity Raven. Don't go searching for what you're not ready to explore." he scolded and flung my arm aside as if my touch was repulsive.

"Get in," he commanded going to the driver's side of the Charger.

Minutes passed before I could regain my poise and feel like myself again. How were we able to do that? Surely feeling each other's emotions was not normal. I was enraged realizing that all along he had been reading into my mind searching my mind. No wonder he never asked any damn questions! He basically knew the answers! A person's reactions or feelings could reveal so much.