He’s only been solid for a short amount of time.
It’s confusing, but the Void has never steered me wrong, and now that it's actually communicating with me, you bet your arse I’m going to fucking listen to it.
It’s strange, he kind of reminds me of the ghost in the castle from my dream when we found Ignatius and the others, but unlike then, no one else has spotted him.
I glance over at Zev, and he doesn’t appear to see anything at all, and he’s talking to Rast, so he should be able to see the man next to him who has suddenly appeared.
Clearly, I am the only one who seems to have noticed that he’s there.
The thing that is confusing me the most is that Rast hasn’t acknowledged him.
He hasn’t looked at him, he hasn’t said anything, and the guy is glancing over at him every few minutes. He’s muttering things too quiet for me to hear and smirking every now and then.
He’s clearly trying to get some sort of reaction out of Rast, and yet, Rast doesn’t even twitch.
I can’t see much because he’s that shrouded in shadows, but I can see that his eyes are sad and filled with pain despite the teasing twist to his lips. I want to ask him what’s wrong, but again, something stops me.
After twenty more minutes of walking the guys still haven’t noticed him, and while at first I found that amusing, it’s starting to become concerning, and I’m wondering if the stress of the last few days, hell, years, if we’re really going to get into it, really has finally broken something in my brain, and now I’m seeing things that aren’t really there.
Taking a deep breath, I remind myself that I’m following the directions of the realm, and it has been incredibly helpful so far.
It helps, but I still feel a little bit uneasy.
I carry on, following the guys but keeping a close eye on the mysterious guy as he continues to talk to Rast, even going so far as to poke him. Rast bats at his arm where the guy poked him, and it makes me wonder if he is actually aware that the guy is there and is just ignoring him for some reason.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore, and there’s one way to find out if Rast can see the guy or not.
“Rast, are you going to answer him, or are you planning on ignoring him forever?” I ask casually.
“Excuse me?” Rast asks, looking confused.
He’s not the only one. The guys are all giving me the same look.
I gesture to the guy next to him, just to double-check that he’s not messing with me or testing me.
The guy in question is now staring at me in shock, which can’t be a good thing.
“Ren, what guy?” Khaos asks, with a note of concern in his voice.
I open my mouth to answer him, but quickly snap it closed. The guy who was still standing by Rast suddenly appears in front of me, and I stop so I don’t walk into him.
The others all stop and look at me with concern, but my focus is on the quite frankly gorgeous man in front of me. I look up.
“Are you talking about me?” He asks, a sliver of hope in his whisky coloured eyes.
“Of course I am, I know everyone else here,” I reply with a slight smile.
“What?” Khaos asks.
“Farren, that made no sense. Are you okay?” Mayhem asks with concern etched in his brow.
“They can’t see me,” the guy replies. His head tilts to the side slightly as he studies me, “But you know that, don’t you?”
“I had my suspicions,” I admit. Then I ask, “Even Rast can’t see you?”
“Nope,” the guy says, his smile widening as he doesn’t take his eyes off me, and puts his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels.
Rast’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “She’s talking to someone that we can’t see.”
