before I managed to push Naria away, I was dragged into a vision that tore through my skull like a bomb going off.
People were screaming. The world was running red with blood and bodies mounted up around me. I choked on the metallic scent in the air and the blast of magic somewhere close by. Wolves raced by, howling to the sky which was illuminated by a ferocious storm. Faces blurred around me and I was unable to get a grasp on any of them. But then a shadow drew near, a cloaked figure and they reeked of death.
King.
I was half aware of hitting the floor, but I couldn't get out of the vision, the impact of it rattling through my skull. It was the most powerful vision I'd ever experienced. The weight in my head spoke of its importance, of the horror that was coming.
"No!" I roared, but water filled my mouth and I tried to fight it away only to find more flooding into my throat. I was drowning, my limbs locked, unable to move.
Someone kicked me and I rolled onto my back, white lights blinding me as the vision faded away. A dark figure stepped forward, blotting it out and I found myself staring up at Ryder, his face twisted in suspicion.
"What the fuck, Big Bird?"
"Whahappened?" I slurred.
I was lying in a puddle of water a few inches deep, the whole room flooded and the tingle of magic in my fingertips telling me I'd put it there.
"Some girl came running out screaming as I walked in." He shrugged. "You were jerking on the floor drowning in your own water magic. Now you're lying on your back with your cock out."
I lurched upright to check my crotch and he snorted a laugh as I found my pants still in place, only my belt and fly undone. Thank fuck. "Asshole. I had a vision," I muttered, but realised half a beat later that Ryder had saved me from drowning. Holy shit, since when did he go around saving anyone from anything?
He walked away to take a piss and I stood up, using my water magic to clean myself off and syphon the water on the floor into the sinks. That vision had rocked me to my core, but I didn't know what it meant or where to even begin unravelling it. But I sure as shit didn't want it to come to pass.
I glanced over at Ryder as he zipped up his fly then moved to wash his hands.
"Thanks for..." I couldn't bring myself to finish that sentence and Ryder ignored me anyway.
He headed past me to leave, but I caught his arm and he hissed at me, his eyes demanding I stop touching him. I dropped my hand, my lips tightening. "Have the FIB come knocking at your door yet?"
"No," he said simply. "Yours?"
I shook my head.
"Then it looks like we're in the clear," he said, moving to leave again but as he made it to the door, words fell from my lungs.
"Have you heard from her?" I stared at the back of his head as he paused, his hand on the door as he fell still.
"Yeah," he grunted. "You?"
"She’s tried to call a bunch of times, but..." I shook my head, not needing to finish that sentence.
He didn't look back at me, but he didn't leave either, remaining there as he decided what to say. "As far as I'm concerned, she's a fucking ghost." He turned to me at last, his green eyes sweeping up and down me. "How's your control of The Sight coming along?" He changed direction so fast that I was sure he didn’t want to talk about her any more than that.
"Better," I lied. I wasn't getting anywhere with controlling it and frankly, I was looking forward to returning to school next week and spending time with Professor Mystice so I could get a handle on it. Maybe he could help with that vision I'd just seen because it seemed like whatever was coming was not good.
"Do you think you could find someone for me?" he asked, a crease forming between his eyes which was the only sign that this was important to him. "I'd pay you. Whatever you want. Blood, gold, auras, stardust. Just name your price.”
I raised my brows in surprise then shook my head. If there was one thing I knew about The Sight, it was that it only gave me visions for whatever the stars deemed it necessary to