Page 150 of Last Gift: Supernatural Battle

He spoke the words, and as soon as my mind turned to the answer of his question, a pathway flared before me. I blinked and peered down the snaking thread into the distance as far as I could bear to see.

The pathway was massive and not just one thread but hundreds.

“Yes,” I stated.

Wild exhaled. “You may be able to see a way to beat the demons.”

I sat in bed. “We need to play Caves.”

“Uh… what?”

I got out of bed, pulling my robe around me. Maybe a bath was in order before I did anything else. A thread spiking out of my left upper arm rippled. I walked to the door and yanked it open. Sven was on the other side, his hand raised to knock.

“You’re awake,” he said.

I arched a brow. “Do you usually knock when you expect people not to be awake?”

He scrubbed at his face. “We tried to keep everything together while you were gone.”

I studied the threads pouring out of him. “I know.”

“The red smoke is spilling out of the ravines. We’ve pulled the sentries back. It’s moving slow, but definitely moving.”

“Yes,” I answered.

“The coven is scared,” Sven said next.

“I’m aware.”

He stopped and peered closer at me. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I have a quipu in my mind.”

“Oh, right.” He nodded a few times, then shook his head. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means I can see a lot of stuff, including that when Rooke gets pregnant, your parents will stop all their bullshit. All of it. They’ll be fantastic grandparents, and you’ll have the family you’ve always wanted.”

His jaw dropped.

Wild warmed my back. “I looked the same about ten seconds ago. What do you mean, we need to play Caves?”

Sven’s jaw dropped further.

I nodded. “We need to play Caves.”

Looked like there wouldn’t be a bath in my immediate future. “Come on, the coven is about to gather.”

“But—” Sven said.

I walked off down the tunnel, and the two men followed in my wake.

“What the fuck is so funny?” Sven snapped at Wild. “She’s lost her mind.”

“Gained it,” Wild said in reverent tones. “Isn’t she incredible?”

“Fucking crazy” was the reply. “We can’t play Caves right now.”

“Your mind is so small,” I responded. “Tiny.”

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