Chapter 148
Chapter 148
FAYE
I shook my head slowly, the weight of Alexander’s words sinking in. For a moment, I wasn’t even sure I’d heard him right. The air around us felt heavy– too still, too charged. My heart was pounding so loudly I could barely hear my own voice when I asked, “What are you saying, Alexander?”
He was standing across from me, still half in shock himself. But I could tell he was trying- trying to stay composed, trying not to let me see that this scared him too.
He swallowed hard, his eyes flicking briefly toward me before settling on the floor. “I’m saying if you’re seeing something that isn’t happening right now, then maybe–just maybe–you’re not imagining it.” His voice was careful. “Maybe you’re seeing visions. Maybe that’s your dominant gift.”
The world seemed to tilt. My breath caught halfway up my throat, and for a few seconds, I couldn’t move. His words echoed again and again in my head until they started to blur together, forming one terrifying truth.
If that was true… then what I had seen wasn’t a nightmare. It wasn’t some trick of my mind. It
was real. Or at least, it would be.
I took a shaky step backward, my fingers trembling. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head again as if I could physically reject the thought. “No, Alexander. If I was seeing visions, that means
that…”
I stopped. The next words felt too heavy to say out loud. My throat tightened painfully as I looked up at him, the realization clawing its way up from the pit of my stomach.
“That means you’re going to get hurt,” I finished, my voice breaking.
He stared at me for a long moment, and I could see the conflict flicker across his face–the part of him that wanted to believe me and the part that refused to. I could tell which side was winning.
Before I could pull away, he reached out and took my arm gently, guiding me toward the couch. I was too shaken to resist. My body moved, but my mind was somewhere else entirely -still replaying the image that had burned itself into my memory. His blood, the fear…
He made me sit down beside him, his hand still on my arm as if to keep me anchored. “Hey,” he said softly, trying to catch my gaze. “Listen to me, Faye. Maybe I’m wrong, okay? It could be something else. You’ve been through a lot lately–your fever, your energy still balancing
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