I leaned back in the jet seat, and Makarius tossed a blanket over me.
I shut my eyes.
The eclipse, the sky going dark. The knives glinted in my hands as I charged toward the clearing, yelling his name.
Makarius’s hand landed on my shoulder.
“Victoria, you’re dreaming again,” he said, brushing a kiss on my forehead. “We’re landing soon.”
I forced a smile.
The dream felt too vivid, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. I glanced at my trembling hands, feeling the weight of my anxiety. “Okay, I hope I’m not losing it.”
The car wound its way up the mountain, twisting along serpentine roads.
“Makarius, can I tell you something?”
“You know you can tell me anything. Spit it out.”
“Something bad’s coming,” I said.
“Care to elaborate? Like some omen?”
“War,” I answered. “Soon.”
He laugh
