laugh. “Ahh, she’s one of those girls.”
“One of what girls?” I hesitantly ask from my seat. I’m not sure if I want to know what he’s talking about.
Bragden grabs a chair and flips it around. Resting his arms across the top of it, he looks at me. “One of the girls who are obviously beautiful, but doesn’t know it. I bet every time you get a compliment, you blush and then disagree.” He points his index finger at me. I open my mouth to refute him, but someone else’s words come out. “She does.” Okay more than one person says it. Basically everyone at the table agrees with Bragden. “Don’t worry. It just adds to the beauty. Just don’t’ go fishing for compliments. That’s not attractive.”
Emma turns and looks at me. “Oh, Ryanne doesn’t fish for compliments. In fact, she hates them. She hates anything that brings attention to her. Like right now, she hates that we are talking about her, while she is sitting right there.”
I raise my hand. “Yes, Ryanne does hate that.” I reply, saying my name in third person since everyone else already is.
“Ahh, humor also. You’re killing me here.” I glance over at Bragden confused. Seeing my expression, he just laughs at me. I turn to Liam to see if he can explain to me what’s going on, but he’s also laughing. Colton and Logan are both smiling at me. Natasha’s still standing behind Colton, seeming just as lost as I am. I cross my arms and slouch in my chair, accepting that being surrounded by this many guys all the time is a recipe for disaster, because I don’t understand how their brains work.
“Ok. The Taylor’s are also coming. Everyone is excited to meet the ‘prophecy girl’ as you call yourself, Ryanne.” announces Tom.
I scrunch my face in that weird expression that I tend to get in uncomfortable situations and bite my lip, my nervous habit. Tom abruptly turns and leaves the room. So many people are coming to fight alongside me. People that don’t know me and only know of the girl that’s mentioned in the prophecy. What if I’m not what they are expecting? I know I don’t look like much. Would they leave after seeing me? I wouldn’t believe that I was the supposed girl from the prophecy if I just met me either. What if I’m not able to do what everyone needs me to do? I don’t want to let everyone down.
“Stop it, Ryanne.” Liam pats my arm, drawing my attention away from my thoughts.
“Stop reading my mind, mister.”
“You can read minds, Liam?” his brother asks.
Colton explains. “No, he can’t. Liam just has an uncanny ability of knowing what Ryanne is thinking. It’s a little scary. Ryanne is the only one that read minds here.”
“Are you reading my mind, Ryanne?” Raising his eyebrows suggestively, he flashes a toothpaste commercial worthy smile.
“No, I blocked out your thoughts when I heard you at the front door, wondering if this was the right ‘luxurious cabin,’” I imitate his voice as best as I can. It sounds more southern than manly.
“Am I suddenly from Texas?”
“Shut up.” I never claimed to be good at imitations.
Tuning everyone out, I think about how despite my visions I have no idea what is going to happen in thirty-six hours. Will I ever see these people again? I haven’t had another vision depicting myself in any situations after tomorrow. I don’t remember seeing myself at David’s wedding; I was watching the event invisible to everyone else. Maybe something happens to me. The prophecy never claimed which side I would end up on or how long I would even be a part of this war. Everything is still up for grabs. Maybe I’m going to die tomorrow. It would explain so much.
“What?” asks Liam.
I blink back, look around the table and notice that everyone has stopped talking and is looking at me. I didn’t realize that I had said anything out loud. Oh dear, those weren’t exactly positive thoughts I was having.
Slumping my shoulders, I glance over at Liam, “What did I just say?”
“You think you’re going to die tomorrow.” He didn’t say it as a question.
“Shoot. Any of my other thoughts would have been acceptable to say out loud, but of course I said that.” I roll my head back and stare at the ceiling. “Forget I said anything. I didn’t mean to express that anyways.”
“Why do you think that?” asks David.
I’m not sure if I want to