Page 83 of Seer

I open my eyes with a gasp. My gaze collides with familiar icy blue ones staring down at me, and for a second, I thought I was looking at my reflection.

Edward? What’s he doing in my room?

I open my mouth to say something but his hands are suddenly around my throat, pressing down.

I can’t breathe. I gaze into the endless blue depth of his icy blues eyes, drowning.

Then I realize I didn’t wake up from a dream. It was a vision.

I grapple about, and suddenly my hand touches something. I wrap my fingers around the object, feeling its jagged edges.

The Zoramhus stone.

I must have fallen asleep with it in my hands when Victoria left earlier. I grab the stone in and swing it forward with calculated precision. Edward rears backward with a howl of pain, letting go of my neck.

“You, bastard!” With his hands over his eyes, Edward roars, doubling over in pain. “You fucking stabbed me in the eyes.”

I don’t wait to catch my breath. I jump off the bed and pounce on him. Edward falls to the ground on his ass. I ram my fist into his bloody eyes. Edward grabs my arms, trying to overturn me, but I jam my elbow into his uninjured eye, followed quickly by a punch in the gut. I feel a sharp pinch in my sides, but my anger far too overrides me to care what it is. I don’t know at what point Edward stopped struggling or at what point Pocus ran into my room.

“Nicholas!”

Victoria’s panicked voice penetrates through the fog in my head. I stop, my fist suspended in the air. I raise my eyes to hers, breathing hard.

The room is more crowded now. Bones, Hex, Gator, Frenchie… Their images zoom in and out of focus, blurring into one. A wave of weakness sweeps over me, and my vision swims before me.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Fuck, Seer,” Pocus mutters, running a hand through his hair like he always does in a frustrating or helpless situation.

Why are they all staring at me with similar expressions of horror? Have I killed Edward?

Victoria runs to my side. She kneels beside me, placing a tentative hand on my arm while she searches my face with a concerned frown.

Wait, are those tears glistening in her eyes? She’s… crying?

I raise my hand to her face but stop halfway when I see the blood on my hands– my brother’s blood. I can’t touch her with that.

I open my mouth to talk but blood spurts out of my throat.

“Oh, Nicholas!” Victoria cries.

I frown slightly in confusion. What the hell is wrong with me?

Victoria falls to a part of the lower region of my body. I follow her gaze to my stomach.

“Oh, shoot.”

My eyes fall on the hilt of a shining silver knife embedded deeply in my stomach. I glance up at Victoria again. She’s weeping uncontrollably now, her lips trembling with grief. My heart constricts painfully at the sight of her tears.

“Don’t… cry… chérie,” I say, managing a small smile for her.

Victoria gathers me in her arms, cradling my head on her chest. She buries her face in my hair and cries harder. I close my eyes and take in a shaky breath.

Then, I let go.

EPILOGUE

One Week Later

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