Page 74 of Visions of You
Keegan had no doubt, though, that Jaron was well aware of his parents' opinion and didn't give a shit. The very clothes he wore were an act of rebellion. "I love that about you," Keegan murmured. "You dare to be different."
Things had not been easy for Jaron growing up; Keegan was aware of that, but there was something commendable about the personal strength Jaron had found in his misery. He hadn't let his weakness get him down. Instead, he'd become a dragon who looked out for those even weaker than him.
Keegan wasn't like that. Keegan had more power than he knew what to do with at times.
And more often than not, he used it only for his own purposes.
Carefully he climbed out of bed and stretched. He looked around his room, at the star charts still spread out on his floor. He glanced at his own phone to know the time. The sun had already risen, so the stars were of no relevance now.
Truth be told, he wasn't sure they ever were.
He swept the charts aside and sat down on the carpeted floor, back against the wall.
He should take his new powers for a test run. They itched underneath his skin, flowing through his body like a current., wanting out, wanting to be used. Already they'd given him one unprompted vision.
There'd be more if he didn't burn off some energy.
Did he dare look at his own death again?
What if he still couldn't see a solution to that problem?
No, he couldn't let fear hold him back.
Neither his fear of his future, nor his fear of his new powers.
Keegan took a deep breath, feeling the surge of magic coursing through him. He closed his eyes, ready to reach for the energy when a rustle from the bed made him pause. Jaron turned over, his sleepy eyes squinting at Keegan from under tousled hair.
"What are you doing over there?" Jaron mumbled, reaching out a hand. "Come back to bed."
Keegan laughed softly. "I was going to test the gift you gave me."
Jaron blinked, comprehension dawning slowly. He yawned and sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Do you feel more powerful?"
Keegan nodded. "I had a short vision just now. Your mom's going to call you, and she's not happy."
That woke Jaron right up. His eyes widened as he fumbled for his phone. "Where's my phone?"
Keegan held it up with a slight smirk. "I turned it off to spare you the trouble. Are you going to call your parents?"
Jaron shook his head but looked troubled, glancing at the phone in Keegan's hand like it was about to bite him.
"What's wrong?" Keegan asked, sensing Jaron's unease through their bond.
"It's not about me," Jaron admitted, running a hand through his hair. "My parents have been more troublesome than usual lately because my younger brother has been developing a mind of his own."
Keegan raised an eyebrow. "It's good of you to care so much about your siblings."
Jaron sighed, leaning back against the headboard. "Casca's just starting to find his own path, and our parents hate it. They're trying to force him back into their mold."
Keegan felt the weight of Jaron's worry through their bond and moved closer, placing a comforting hand on Jaron's shoulder. "He's lucky to have you looking out for him."
Jaron smiled faintly, but the tension in him didn't ease. "I just wish there was more I could do, but my parents think I'm a bad influence."
"Because of your trouble breathing fire?" Keegan sat on the edge of the bed.
Jaron shook his head. "Lots of reasons." He glanced at the phone that Keegan was still holding. "If my mom was gonna call me to yell at me, I wonder if someone saw me coming in here."
"In my vision, you told her about me," Keegan supplied.
