"What is Emma doing in your head?" Julian heard Aiden ask, and couldn't provide a reply. What could he say? He had no idea how that happened. The only people that had access to his thoughts were his twin brother. The others of his kind were allowed by his permission. He has never been evaded.
"I think her powers are growing." He said rather, checking out the longness of her hair and the stark greenness of her eyes which reminded him of the thick forest.
She looked like Sheila, and although he didn't want to think in a particular way, the thought was beginning to come to shape, and he didn't know if it was a good news or a bad one. He had to speak with a particular someone. But first, the party.
His twin was silent.
Julian knew he was ruminating on the matter.
