Page 177 of The Blairville Legacies

I remembered wandering through the forest with the guys and, a second later, being surrounded by ornate marble pillars.

I was about to continue when Julian looked around as if someone might be listening and then pulled me by the arm behind him toward a path that led to one of the university’s many porticoes. Further away from Nash.

I looked at Julian, who had his eyebrows drawn together in concentration. He looked tense.

“I had a dream, too,” he said quietly as we both walked on, past gawking girls.

No matter which guy I was with, there was always one of these female students gawking as if her lunch snack was walking next to me.

“And something tells me we had the same dream.”

Julian’s words brought me back to the present. I paused abruptly.

“I don’t know Ems, but I saw them too. Those women with hoods, and a temple. But then there was one of them right in front of me, dagger raised. And I know her.” He lowered his voice even further. “It was the mayor.Amara Blair.”

My eyes widened, and my gut told me there was more to it. Because I had seen the Circle leader, too.

“Did you also wake up because you felt a pain in your back?” I asked.

Julian fell silent and then continued to look around the campus.

“Who are you looking for?” I asked. As if there was nothing more important right now. We had apparently had the same dream.

But what did that mean?

“Julian?” I waved my hand in front of his face.

“Wait...”

“What’s wrong with you today?”

“Sorry, Ems, I’m trying to find Bay right now.”

“Bay...” I blurted out soberly.

I told him about my nightmare, and we both realized that we had dreamed the same thing, andallhe suddenly cared about wasBayla?

“What’sshegot to do with it?” I asked with raised brows.

“I had a backache when I woke up, too. A scream woke me up.”

He continued to look over my shoulders.

We’ddefinitelyboth had the same dream.Without a doubt.

He looked back up at me. His gaze was more insistent than usual.

“I got up and went to the window because I had such a strange gut feeling.”

I no longer understood anything. But Julian just kept talking.

“She told me she had to go to the Quatura.”

“Who?” I asked.

“Bayla. I sensed that she wasn’t home last night. It was so strangely quiet over there.”

The fact that Julian too was sleeping five meters away from a witch sent a shiver down my spine. Just the fact that he could sleep peacefully in that neighborhood was a miracle.

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