Page 60 of Forged In Magic

“Can you tell us about your vision, Fiona? I’d been sure I was dreaming until you told me to wake up,” Isaac said as he put his arm around Kate. She leaned back into him, loving the feel of his closeness. She and Isaac hadn’t been more than a few feet away from each other in the thirty-something hours since they were rescued. Kate expected that would change with time, but for now, she wasn’t complaining.

“Sam and Ben were sure you died, they—” She waved her hand as if in dismissal. “Let them tell you about that later and how they found the other dimension. Anyway… even though we were sure you were dead, I kept having the same vision about you lying on that white floor. Remember, the one I mentioned the day you touched the sword?”

Kate nodded, hoping her mom would get to how she was in Isaac’s dream. She hadn’t heard much about that yet.

“I think that vision is why I had trouble accepting that you were both dead and why I kept putting off the funeral.”

“Oh my God!” Kate looked at Isaac. “I hadn’t even thought about you holding funerals for us. Had you?”

He kissed her cheek. He didn’t say anything, but she knew he’d had the thought.

“Fiona, how did you realize what the floor meant?” Isaac asked, turning the conversation away from their funerals.

“I didn’t. At first, I had that vision every few days, but after we thought you had died, I had it at least once a day, although mostly at night. I’m not a truly gifted seer like some, but visions still feel different to me than dreams. I was becoming exhausted because I couldn’t figure it out, and then on December twenty-first, I went to bed early. A few hours later, the same vision came to me. Then it changed. I saw Kate in the field behind this workshop and she was with a little boy. I knew that little boy was my grandson.”

“So, how did you know the boy was your grandson?” Kate asked her mom.

“I just knew. I expect it’s like the two of you with your special abilities—some things you just know.”

“Fiona, how did add me to your vision? I was dreaming and then the dream morphed into the vision. That’s why I thought I was still dreaming.”

“After I woke everyone up in the middle of the night…” Her mom paused to chuckle. “I told them I knew you were both alive because I had seen Kate’s future son. Jack gathered everyone together, and it was Sam who figured out how to find you. Quantum entanglement something or other—she can explain it to you. We found you on Christmas Eve, but we couldn’t get inside the room, and we couldn’t reach you. We needed your help to break through the wall.”

“But Jack spoke to me telepathically.”

“That was after. He and Meredith tried to get through to both of you for over an hour, but you never answered.”

“I’m guessing that had something to do with how Maverick set up the room. I’m curious, but someone can explain that later too. I think there’s a lot we’ll want to hear about, but for now, tell us how you brought me into your vision.”

Her mom practically beamed. “Reece figured out that one. He’d come across a spell that allows a dreamer to enter a vision. It took me three tries, but then you heard me. Once you left the vision, I figured you had woken up. That’s when Jack reached out to you… and you know the rest.”

“Can I see the vision?” Kate asked.

“I don’t see why not. We can try?—”

Jack appeared with a wrapped bundle in his arms, cutting off her mom.

She pulled away from Isaac to hug her mom and whisper in her ear. “Thank you for not giving up on us. Can you show me the vision later?”

“Of course, honey,” her mom whispered back, tears in her voice.

Kate was as curious as Isaac about everything that had happened while they’d been in the room, but she would worry about it all later. Right now, she wanted to touch the sword. To see if Isaac’s tattoo made a difference.

“Kate, you want this on your bench?” Jack asked, already moving toward it.

She didn’t give Jack an answer since he didn’t need one.

Jack laid the bundle on Kate’s workbench and turned toward her and Isaac. “I’ve got other business, so I’m not going to stay. Isaac, you’ll reach out if you need me?”

“Of course. But Kate’s got this.”

Her pride swelled at the feeling of trust Isaac had in her. “Yeah, I’ve got this,” Kate told Jack, and he nodded before flashing away.

Isaac placed his hands on her upper arms, turning her toward him. “If something happens, I’m going to put my hands on you to feel your emotions. It’s not that I don’t trust you to do your job. It’s because we’re dealing with ancient magic and the unknown, okay?”

She leaned forward and brushed his lips lightly with hers. “You can put your hands on me anytime, my lumberjack.”

He chuckled and pulled back. “Glad to hear it. Now, I’ll let you get to work.”

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