Page 49 of Seer Prophet

They hadn’t disarmed the strange seer, which was odd enough.

Revik hadn’t evenmentioneddisarming him.

Even more bizarre, neither Revik nor Balidor seemed all that curious about the group this seer claimed to speak for. Revik hadn’t asked the strange seer a single question. Neither he nor Balidor asked what he was doing in Macau. They didn’t ask how he knew Jon. They seemed openly unwilling to challenge his authority in any way.

They seemed bizarrely incurious about him.

Worse, they’d offered zero explanation as towhy.It was like Balidor and Revik simultaneously lost the power of speech.

That left any attempt at interrogation to me.

It didn’t help that I felt something particularly weird going on with Revik.

He felt off-balance.

Even now, as I faced off with the green-eyed seer, I could feel Revik staring at him, studying his face and light warily from behind where I stood. He remained behind me the whole time, which wasn’t like him, either. The not-speaking part was somewhatmorelike him, but not like this, not during a damned military op.

Really, though, apart from me, no one was saying much.

Including the strange seer.

The four of us stood near the end of the dock, surrounded by fairy lights and lapping waves. In the background, the hotel remained dark, apart from a few fires I saw burning on the penthouse terrace.

We had less than twenty minutes on the clock.

As for the mystery seer himself, he’d been respectful towards me to the point of subservience. He explained who he was and what he was doing here only in the vaguest of terms. He never addressed Revik directly, but I felt most of his attention on him.

It infuriated me.

Feeling Revik staring at the seer again, I tensed.

His light grew vague before I could get much off him, which only frustrated me more. I alreadyknewhe knew the seer. I felt it on him, the instant Revik laid eyes on that handsome face. Moreover, Revik hadn’t just beensurprisedto see the green-eyed seer here… he’d been stunned, possibly in full-blown shock.

Revik still looked at him like he couldn’t believe it.

It bothered me a lot more that Revik was trying to hide his reactions from me?as in, me, specifically?something he hardly ever did anymore. I hated the evasion I felt there. I hated the flavor of guilt. It pissed me off, and my anger got amplified by those other emotions seething in my light, the ones I really couldn’t understand at all.

One thing was clear, though.

Seeing this fucking seer was upsetting my husband.

Something about admitting that much made me view him with an overt hostility.

Between that, losing the List seers to some slave-trader sheik in Dubai, and Jon’s stabbing, this guy picked a bad night to screw with my head.

“Explain it to me again.” At the silence my words produced, I lifted Revik’s wrist, staring down pointedly at the face of the old-fashioned watch he wore. “And be a lot less vague this time. We’re on the clock.”

The green-eyed seer sighed, glancing at Balidor.

Balidor looked at me, then shrugged apologetically with one hand.

I honestly couldn’t tell if he was apologizing to me, or for me.

My jaw hardened. Before I could speak, Balidor cleared his throat. Turning to our mystery guy, he returned the seer’s stare long enough for me to feel and see something pass between them. It hit me again that Balidor knew this guy, too.

“…It sounds like a cult,” I snapped, glaring at both of them when they turned.

Balidor winced at something in my expression, looking vaguely caught.

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