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“What?—Are you okay?”
Glasson scooped up Ash in his arms, along with the paper and started walking from the room.
“Wait, where are you going?”
“She needs to rest. I need to take her home.”
“You can't take her to her foster home. They can’t know about us,” I said, following them out the door and down the stairs and into the hallway.
“They are the last of my people, Emma,” Ash said, looking at me. I looked to Glasson who smiled sadly.
“Your people?”
“Terrans from Sorra,” she whispered. “Sorry, Emma. I will explain later.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Iremained in my bed for twenty minutes, just staring at the ceiling. I texted Ash, asking if we could talk about Terran stuff at lunch. She agreed to it.
I had never seen anything like what happened to Ash. The way her eyes became so bright and how she was twitching; it was all very frightening. I had so many questions. Glasson said that Ash was having a vision.
Ash had visions? It must be an ancient gift? Was her kingdom filled with people who know about the future? Could she tell me about Shad and me in the future? Will he be okay someday? Will I actually be able to save him? And what was that vision? Where was I? Why was I in a battle?
I sat up, stood, and shuffled to the bathroom, getting ready for the day. My mind was reeling as I brushed my teeth and tried to tame my hair. I walked downstairs, and surprisingly, the house was empty, no Mary and no Ryker waiting for me. I opened the fridge, got the milk out, and started to make a bowl of cereal. As I sat in the kitchen and ate, I thought about all the ways I hadfailed everyone. I wasn't a good Haleson princess. I couldn't save Shad. Cade was as annoying as ever, and I didnt even know what was going on with Ash. I took my last bite of food and rinsed out my bowl.
The walk to school was cold, and I was grateful that I had remembered to bring a jacket. I walked as quickly as I could, more anxious than ever to see Ash and talk to her. I went to her locker, and there she was, standing in front of it with a worried Glasson beside her.
“I just don't know why you are here. I don't need a babysitter.”
“The visions are coming more frequently, and you need help, Ashlyn.” She rolled her eyes and huffed. I walked closer, and that was when Ash noticed me.
“Hey, Emma,” she smiled as I reached them. “Glass has decided to be a senior at Oak High,” she glared at him.
“Ah, welcome?” I looked at Glasson who carried a black backpack over his shoulder.
“Thank you, Princess Emma.” He did a little head bow, and I looked down the hall to make sure no one was watching us. Luckily, Ash and I usually met early, before many arrived.
“Ah, you don't need such formalities here. Just call me Emma.”
He nodded.
“So about yesterday—” I started.
“I am a seeker, Emma. That means I get visions of the future, and there is no telling when I will get them. It was the ancient gift that my family was given, and it's a pain.” She leaned against the locker as if in defeat.
“It is a blessed gift and an important one, at that, to our world,” Glasson said, looking at Ash.
“I know, I know,” she rolled her eyes again, and I couldn't help but laugh as I saw Glasson’s glare.
“Well, I am sorry if I did anything—”
“No, you didn’t. They, seriously, just happen. It isn't triggered by anything. I am surprised it didn't happen sooner when I was with you.” Ash placed her hand on my shoulder.
“That's good, then.” We stood there, talking, and Glasson pulled out his schedule to ask us about his classes. Ash was annoyed because they had two classes together. I couldn't help but smile. I knew Ash didn't like Glasson all that much, or that was what she often told herself, but Glasson was a good guy. Intimidating and scary, yes, but good. I was glad he was going to be around more to make sure that she was safe.
I watched as Ash dipped her fry in mustard, and I met her eyes with a question.
“What? Mustard is the best.” She bit into the fry and smiled.
