Page 192 of Seer Prophet

Neither of them was speaking. They weren’t talking now, so maybe it was the silence that finally snapped me out of wherever my brain had gone.

“Allie.” Jon gripped my arm. “God, Allie. What happened? What’s wrong with you?”

The sound came back on, somewhere after he spoke.

I realized it was loud where we were.

I winced at the noise, feeling conspicuous as it hit me I stood in a room filled with people.

They would recognize me. Everyone knew me here. Wherever I went on the ship, they all knew me, and humans and seers filled the room where I stood. Their words echoed hollowly inside a low-ceilinged space that felt both too big and too small.

Jon’s hazel, light-filled eyes stared into my face.

I heard his thoughts as Wreg moved closer to me on the other side.

She looks like she’s in shock,Jon was saying.What the fuck happened?

I don’t know brother. It’s definitely shock, though. Her light. I’ve seen this on seers before. Usually when they lose family, or friends. When someone they love dies…

Is this about her parents?Jon’s thoughts grew angry.Those fucking seers from today? Aren’t they with Tarsi somewhere?

I’m calling Nenz,Wreg muttered back, his thoughts holding a dense thread of worry.

Somehow, that last reached me, like a knife jabbed in my skin.

I looked at Wreg.

“No,” I said. “Don’t call him.”

Wreg blinked, his eyes holding an open surprise. I saw him look at Jon, who gave him a helpless look, holding up his hands.

Do I call him anyway?Wreg muttered into Jon’s mind.

I called Balidor. He said they can’t let Revik out of the tank, anyway. Two hour limit. We’d have to route him up here through a comm, and I don’t see that helping much right now, do you? Not if she can’t feel his light.

Two hour limit?Wreg stared at Jon.He’s been back here for fucking hours. Did he leave again?

I guess so.Jon’s thoughts sounded confused.Balidor didn’t say where he’d been. He just said he had the full two hours. Do you think this is about him? Revik?

Wreg frowned.

He looked over one muscular shoulder, aiming a swift but somehow slow-feeling look at a booth bolted to the far bulkhead. Following his gaze, almost without knowing I did it, I saw a group of seers sitting there.

One set of eyes stared back at the three of us.

Green eyes met mine, violet rings rimming the edges of his irises.

I stared at his face, the long, dark hair where he sat on the far side of Jorag, across from Jax, Neela, Mika. I saw Neela turn then stop, staring at me. I winced at the concern I saw bloom on her oval face as she did a double-take, her eyes widening.

Wreg looked back at me, what must have been only a second later.

I saw him wince when he realized I’d followed the direction of his stare.

He caught hold of my arm in his thick fingers.

I followed mutely, letting him and Jon lead me further away from that booth, until I stood on the other side of the mess hall with the two of them.

Mess hall.

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