him away. Despised relying on another. Even for her precious freedom.
But as he swerved between the trees, her Sight wavered once more.
And she was lost.
Sucked into the whirlpool of the past. The present. An endless array of possible futures.
Darkness descended, engulfing her.
The stench of hell fire filled the air. Comforting reminders of home.
Light grew.
She watched as her father and two brothers stood before her, arms wide as if to welcome her back. A cry rang out and they turned, fighting a mass of demons and other creatures wanting control of their realm.
One by one, her family fell before the onslaught of never-ending blood thirsty demons and crazed shifters. All under the control of the most feared, the undefeated Abatu demon. Brüs and his army.
Light flashed.
Darkness reigned.
In her mind, the scene changed. The vision showed one of her brothers. Cyrus sat in a dark cell, arms raised and chained to the wall above his bowed head. His clothes were dirty and torn. A scraggly beard hid most of his face, a near duplicate of her own features.
He tilted his head, then looked up, as if staring directly at her. “Sister,” he whispered. “Stay away. It’s a trap.”
Light flashed.
Darkness reigned.
Strangely, she watched the new scene from afar, rather than in her own body like normal. She and Sean lay on a high, thick branch as Brüs’s army galloped through the forest, far below. None stopped. None sensed their hiding place.
She glanced at Sean, who smiled as if trying to assure her that he would keep her safe. His grey eyes, ringed with a mix of demon black and vampire crimson, no longer seemed strange or frightening.
Light flashed.
A sharp pain on her cheek jerked her out of the depths of her all-seeing mind and back to the present. She blinked, looking up at Sean as he smacked her face once more.
“Mayah?” he whispered.
“What?” she replied, just as softly, noticing the bushes cocooning them.
Sounds of galloping horses and clanking metal filled the air.
“You were moaning in your… sleep. We must be silent.” He helped her sit up.
As the noises of Brüs’s men drew closer, Sean glanced up into the trees, then eyed her as if he wondered if she could climb.
“Let’s go,” she said, quietly rising to her feet and reaching up for the nearest branch.
He raised a brow.
Soon, as in her vision, they lay beside each other on a thick branch, high in the air. An abundance of leaves kept them hidden fairly well in the dark night.
She closed her eyes, listening to the army draw ever closer, and she prayed her vision of them hiding had been complete. What she was able to see usually turned out to never be the whole picture, only small pieces of it. Just because she’d watched them hiding up here didn’t mean they’d be safe.
Sean nudged her, and when she glanced at him, he held his finger to his lips.
Nodding sharply, she looked down as the men rode by. It seemed like everyone from the castle was searching to bring back Brüs’s pet. The tree shook as horses and riders galloped through the forest. Long minutes passed, and still, armored demons and other creatures rode by.
As the last few stragglers passed, Mayah glanced at Sean. Just like in her vision, he grinned.
Strange sparks danced over her skin, bringing a tinge of warmth. A feeling of safety engulfed her. This man might truly be able to get her out. She shoved back the odd feeling of comfort. She didn’t need such things. She could take care of herself.
A niggle in the back of her mind reminded her how unsuccessful her escape attempts had been in the past few centuries.
But that didn’t matter.
Let this man get her farther away. Then she’d make a break for it. She’d finally be truly free.
No one would ever control her again. Not Brüs. Not this man or his vampire clan.
Then she could find her brother. Get him to safety before Brüs killed him. A shudder ran through her at the
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