Page 141 of Seer Prophet

“Your prince is awake,” the same voice said ruefully. “Damned lucky, too. We would’ve tried adrenaline next. He wouldn’t have thanked us for that.”

The voice wasn’t speaking to him that time.

It spoke to someone else.

Loki fought to clear his throat.

He even moved, he imagined, somewhere in the less aware part of his mind. Before he could get far, a strong, cool hand found his forehead.

The hand pressed him back to the bed.

“Don’t get any ideas, brother,” the voice cautioned.

Loki definitely knew that voice. Further, he could feel the relief in the other seer’s light, the affection she aimed at him when she spoke to him next.

“She’s been waiting for you,” Mika said, switching to Prexci. Her voice grew teasing, even as she eased his head back to the pillow. “The crazy worm won’t leave, brother.”

Loki’s eyes met Mika’s dark blue ones. He found himself staring at the white-gold rim of those nearly black irises, noticing them clearly for the first time.

Somewhere in midst of his lingering stare, he felt anger.

The anger didn’t come from him.

It took him a second more to realize it didn’t come from Mika, either. It came from somewhere else in the room.

Following the scent of that light, he altered course slightly to align with Mika’s stare. That dark-irised stare had already moved off him, meaning Loki himself.

Mika turned when Loki did. She looked over her shoulder, aiming her eyes in the same direction where Loki felt that other light. Using those gold-rimmed eyes as a guide, Loki focused past Mika’s strong, Asian features until he found the far end of the rectangular cabin.

A low bench stood there.

It was made of well-worn wood missing most of its paint. Loki tried to raise his head a second time when he saw the face that stood in his new line of sight.

His eyes met another pair of eyes, also dark.

Brown with flecks of green and gold, so perhaps hazel… technically.

Lost in the subtleties of light and dark, he couldn’t decide on a precise color, not well enough to name it.

It was beautiful.

He decided he loved those eyes.

The face that wore them took the breath from his lungs, in part because he could feel her light now, too––or, more accurately, he could connect the familiarity of that light to her face, to who she was, to the body she wore. A more visceral reaction hit him in the same set of seconds.

Once it did, that nausea he’d been feeling abruptly worsened.

For the first time, he also connected that nausea to something outside of himself.

Above him, Mika laughed.

Loki barely noticed.

He remembered dreams featuring this woman’s face, those same green and gold flecked eyes that were human but not.

He wondered now if those dreams had been real, as well.

Why was she here? Why did she sit there, looking at him? Why did she frown at the hands Mika rested on his shoulder and forehead?

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