Chapter Four "Thoughts…"
He sat there, watching her breathing slow, making sure he could bring out the questions he wanted answers for, in his thoughts, with out her knowing everything that he couldn't yet tell her, yet he didn't know she could still hear him.
Dread drifted into a dreamless sleep, that usually were full of voices she couldn't understand, and didn't know who they came from, but then felt as though she were awake, and watching a handsome man sit in front of her, pondering in the thoughts she finally knew she could hear.
She started to listen carefully, trying to make out the words.
"How could my father possibly think I can marry her? This can't be happening to me; I thought my sworn to would be some other vampire, or maybe a werewolf, or even a demon. How can he think that I could marry Death's daughter, whom is already heir to her own throne?"
The thoughts stop for a moment, as she sees him look out the window, and then back at her sleeping body, "she is beautiful though, earth shattering beautiful…"
Dread's body starts to stir as she tries to wake herself from her slumber, wanting the thoughts to stop.
Suddenly Devon sees her sit up, and glares at him. "If you think I can't still hear your thoughts in my sleep, you're terribly wrong, and should stop thinking such things, because I don't want to hear such bull shit."
Devon sits there in amassment, and in embarrassment knowing what he had just thought, and wondering how she does it.
"It's not hard…" she rolls her eyes, while laying back down, with her hands behind her head staring out the window on the other side of the car, noting out of the corner of her eye that Devon's cheeks were flushed, and she closes her eyes, and welcomes the darkness that surrounds her.