Ivan
"I think too loud?" I blink at the guy who's literally half my size, giving me attitude. What's more shocking is that he's speaking English. It's slightly accented, but it's definitely English. "How would you know that I'm thinking too loud?"
"Did you not hear me?" he scowled, talking slower. Did he think I didn't understand? "I can hear you. Your thoughts travel, and you're not being quiet."
I stared at him more cautiously. Once upon a time, I would've brushed him off as some lunatic, but now I have to question everything. Could he hear my thoughts? What were the rules on that here? According to the witches, the guy looked human, so it should technically not be possible.
"What am I thinking right now?" I started thinking about random things. Colors, numbers, and even the kinds of sports cars I knew.
"How the hell am I supposed to know?" he scoffed again, crossing his arms. "I can hear you thinking. I can't hear or see what the subject is."
