Page 51 of Visions & Shadows

I trusted him.

For the first time in my life, I was falling in love.

Suddenly, Raighne’s eyes flick in my direction, and we stare at each other for a long moment.

A tear threatens to fall, and when Raighne stands up, I shake my head and disappear into my tent.

Crawling beneath the covers, I let out a quivering breath before burying my face in the pillow.

How am I supposed to process everything?

Something slams into my chest, and I fall backward as excruciating pain tears through me.

Lying on the ground, I stare at all the debris floating in the air as I gasp through the pain.

“Alchera! No!” I hear Raighne shout before he drops to his knees beside me.

My vision blurs as I stare up at him, and I try to focus on his face that’s torn with worry.

Leaning over me, he breathes, “Awo, no.”

I cough, and droplets of my blood hit his neck.

It takes more strength than I have to lift my hand to his face.

My vision blurs again, and I realize I failed in fulfilling my destiny.

I failed.

There’s no hope for humankind.

“You’re going to be okay,” Raighne says, his tone harsh and determined as he presses his hand to my chest.

I feel his warmth flood me, and my vision goes spotty before I start to drift in and out of consciousness.

As I startle awake, a tear rolls down my temple before disappearing into my hair.

Jesus. What was that?

My lips part, and I suck in a deep breath before a sob bursts from me.

Turning onto my side, I bury my face in the pillow as the hopeless emotions from the nightmare wreak havoc in my chest.

Did I just have a vision of my death?

It’s the second time I had a similar nightmare, and if it’s a vision, it means I won’t fulfill my destiny.

Sitting up in bed, I wipe the tears from my cheeks, and as I throw my legs over the side, I can hear birds chirping outside.

Still struggling to process the nightmare, the memories of everything that happened the day before rush through my mind.

Even though I slept through the night, I feel tired as hell.

Climbing to my feet, I walk to the basin and stare at my reflection in the mirror.

The black hair with silver streaks doesn’t look as weird anymore, but the sparkling green eyes will take some getting used to.

With a sigh, I pull the brush through the messy strands before brushing my teeth.

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