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Wait a minute. Back up. I wasn’t ready for this. In fact, I couldn’t even stand up. My body shook so hard, beating and hurting against the cold rock of the mountain.
No, no. I had imagined it all, right? It had been bizarre dreams and not visions, right? Because, oh my God, Ceris couldn’t be Cheryl. If she was, what did that mean?
“Besides,” Ceris’s voice broke through my woozy state, “you saw too much.”
On my knees, still unable to stand, I blinked several times. My gaze flicked to Victor and Micah. Both still stood on the sign I’d assigned them. They stared at me, their lips tight, their eyes grave, their poses regal.
I squinted. There was something different about them. It was like they shone. Like their wisdom and strength now glimmered through them. Like they knew.
I stared a
