Thirty-One
“My mom woke up!” I say as I run into the study where Gaius and Chase are bent over a map.
They both look up. “That’s wonderful,” Gaius says.
“She showed me her vision. And the other two visions as well. The ones from the two Seers who are supposedly in that lighthouse by Kagan City.”
“Wait, hang on.” Chase holds his hands up. “Are you serious? You’ve seen all three of these visions Amon is after?”
“Yes. And now you’re about to see them.” I turn around and focus on the space above the center of the room. “I wish I didn’t have to watch these again, but here goes.” I project my memory of the three visions into the air. I want to look away from the horrible details, but I don’t think that would work. So my eyes stay peeled for everything: the split in the sky, the beheaded wom
