Page 67 of Visions & Shadows

Yeah, being on Vaalbara, nothing has changed. I’m just as alone here as I was on Earth.

At least I have Fleur.

I hear movement, and turning my gaze to the doorway, I see the woman from the bonfire and Raighne standing a few feet away from my tent.

She gives his arm a possessive squeeze while saying, “Get a good night’s rest.”

“You too,” he replies.

I quickly look away when Raighne begins to turn his head in my direction.

I hear him come into my living quarters and hate that I feel excited because he’s here.

He takes a seat across from me, and resting his forearms on his thighs, he links his hands. I can feel his eyes burning on me, but I refuse to meet them.

“Have you had any other visions?” he asks.

My heart sinks heavily in my chest because it’s clear he doesn’t have a personal interest in me. He’s just here to do his job.

I clear my throat and lie, “No.” Climbing to my feet, I walk to my bedroom while saying, “I’ll let you know if I have another vision. Good night.”

I don’t hear him get up and leave as I crawl beneath the covers. Gripping the extra pillow to my chest, I listen for any sign that Raighne’s still here.

Long minutes pass before I hear a chair creak, and my heart instantly starts beating faster.

I see his shadow fall in the bedroom’s doorway, and I close my eyes, pretending to be asleep.

When I hear him move closer to the bed, I struggle to keep my breaths even.

He places his hand on my forehead and keeps still for a moment.

What’s he doing?

Does he know I’m awake?

Probably.

“Why are you pretending to be asleep?” he asks as he sits down on the side of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.

He moves his hand to my shoulder, and feeling his skin on mine, tingles rush over my body.

“I’m tired,” I whisper.

He’s quiet for a moment, then asks, “You didn’t have any other visions besides the one of being shot?”

The vision of Adeth flashes through my mind, and Raighne’s grip on my shoulder tightens.

He pushes me to lie on my back, and leaning over me, his eyes burn into mine. “Tell me about the vision.”

“I did,” I lie.

He shakes his head, anger tightening his features. “The one of Adeth.”

How did he know? I didn’t tell anyone.

Acting ignorant, I ask, “Who’s Adeth?”

Raighne stares at me for a while before he says, “You can trust me.”

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