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When the vision hit, it nearly took Seryn to his knees, and he knew why the second he saw Mitchell. Despite his bruised and battered face, Seryn recognized him. "Mate."
"Dude, are you okay?" Todd took a step toward Seryn, as if to touch him. It was then Seryn realized he slumped forward at the waist, clutching his chest as if his heart wanted to leave his body and find the broken man in his vision.
"Don't touch me."
"Right. Sorry."
Seryn tried to blink the vision away, but all he saw was his mate in the fighting ring, getting pummeled to the point of no return.
"When's the next fight?" Seryn usually kept a cool head, even when something stressed him to the max. He could focus while having a vision, but Mitchell Burke rattled him more than usual.His senses went crazy. He knew his eyes glowed blue and then red. Back and forth, just like his mind. Future. Present. And back again.
"Holy shit." Todd breathed deeply. "Shit. Shit."
The second time Todd tried to touch him Seryn missed the moment before it happened. He felt the hand on his shoulder as if it were a hot iron. It muddled his senses.
Most people would have retracted from the heat, but Seryn leaned into it just long enough to unsettle Todd. Seryn grabbed his hand, bending it back. When Seryn spoke, his voice was just a little ragged around the edges. "I told you not to touch me."
"Sorry. Ow. Oh, God. Sorry. Ow. Ow." Todd winced, shrinking away from Seryn when he finally let go. "Harley called an order up. He'll be back to check on me if I don't start cooking. You don't want him to see you…" Todd waved his hand around his own face. "All vamped out, or whatever you call it."
Seryn nodded, understanding Todd had had good intentions. "Next fight?"
"Tonight."
"Meet me here."
Todd nodded, but the fear in his gaze made Seryn doubt his honesty.
"I'll give you a hundred bucks and a way out of the mess you're in." Seryn could see Todd wanted to believe him. "If I wanted to hurt you, I would have by now."
"I know." Todd held his injured hand to his chest. Seryn didn't break it. He hadn't even bruised the tissue, but it probably would hurt for a few minutes. "I'll meet you."
Seryn nodded and left through the back door. But the vision of Mitchell wouldn't leave him. Seryn knew what Mitchell would see in his last moments and it wasn't a friendly face.
"I'm coming, mate." Seryn whispered the words, willing for the broken, battered stranger in his vision to hear him.
Shit. Mitchell Burke, the notorious thief, was his mate. A man destined for some serious jail time. And what's worse, knowing about Mitchell made Seryn's visions uncontrollable.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and called Daruss. "I found him."
"Do you need backup?"
"No." He couldn't risk exposing his abilities to his family. They didn't need to know about the visions.
The tunnels had more than one way in and out. The old maps he'd found at the city library showed the entrances. Seryn had memorized where they were, so he'd have multiple exit strategies. But a good portion of them were closed off. The one Seryn had gone to check out was close to the river. It was in a touristy part of town, so he couldn't do a thorough inspection, but he saw the concrete covering the opening. The city had sealed another in the same way. All the others hid in what had become privately owned properties, so the city couldn't do anything with those entrances and Seryn couldn't get in to see them. The diner sat above the only entrance that was a public space, so plan A was to use it to get in and out. He didn't have a solid Plan B yet.
"Be careful."
Despite the future and present spinning around in Seryn's head, making him feel just a little crazier than he normally was, he smiled. "Some won't make it out of the tunnels alive."
He would make sure they paid for hurting his mate. Every one of them, before it was said and done.
"Well, just make sure you do. Got it?"
Something about the command centered Seryn. It gave him something to latch on to, an order he could follow. It brought him back to the here and now. "Yes, sir. He needs medical attention."
"How do you know that, Seryn?" Daruss had always suspected Seryn was more than he let on. And Seryn had always kept his abilities to himself. But he wondered how much longer he could keep his secret with the way he lost control.
"Legendary in more ways than one." Seryn wasn't sure where that had come from, but an image slammed into his brain of Davorion saying that to Mitchell. "He's crying. Tell Jude Mitchell loves him. That he thinks about him all the time. Tell him to put down Mitchell's regrets and pick up all the good memories."
