249 ※ Lunch with Promises [V]

"Natasha, can I make you a rather... delicate question about something I've been curious about?" Stela asked softly, carefully even, and as I met her gaze and saw the look in her eyes, I instantly knew it was related with my magic. The magic they don't know I got it back.

A nod, "No need to restrain yourself, Cain doll, the worse you could get from me after asking me about something, is my silence. Go on, voice your thoughts."

{"It could be about something else,"} Chaos ponded.

No, it couldn't.

{"You can't read minds, how would you know?"}

I can't read minds anymore, remember, I was born a telepath, care the thief who gave my magic back kept the telepathy to themselves or not. And that wasn't nice, asshole.

"You really had magic?" She asked after a small hesitation and everyone in the table froze.

Told you.