Chapter Nine
“No!” I try to scream, but there’s no way to scream when you’re exiting a vision—which is what just happened.
I find myself sitting on my meditation cushion, back in Nero’s metal cage.
“Your what?” I shout, but to no avail.
He could’ve been about to say “your friend” or “your mother” or “your unborn child.”
I punch the cushion beneath me in frustration.
That was clearly an important warning.
Plus, I had so many more questions.
Did Darian know my father?
If so, did he also know my mother?
I launch to my feet and start pacing from metal wall to metal wall.
Why did the conversation end so abruptly? Did Darian lie when he said it couldn’t be ended by him without my consent, or did one of us run out of seer juice after all?
If it’s the latter, I hope it wasn’t me, or if
