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Like he hadn’t just Adrian stood there, frozen for a second. His chest felt tight. Not from anger. Not entirely. Something else was there now. Something that made his thoughts slow down, twist, shift in ways he didn’t like. Closer. Closer to what? Beating him? Or Adrian clenched his jaw, pushing the thought away. No. This wasn’t that kind of story. Lucien was a target. A rival. The man he was going to take down. Nothing more.

The tho⁠ught lodge‌s itself i⁠n my mind, cold⁠ a⁠nd unr‍elenting. ‍What if one day he just doe‍s not come home?

Every rational thought scattered. Fuck.

But I just sit there, lost in thought. ################

Tell me you're thinking about me too. Oh hell.

“Yeah. Thinkers are divided into three margins—green, orange, and red.” “Like a traffic light? Green means good, red means bad?” Chevonne shrugged. “Maybe. But to clarify, green margin thoughts are the rarest and most powerful. Thinkers in this category can’t even be classified or measured by a teacher. There are only two known thought abilities in the green margin, and they’re considered the greatest of all thinkers.” I felt a chill run down my spine. “And the red margin?” “That one’s more straightforward. Red margin thoughts are dangerous. They can directly harm—or even kill—someone.”