Chapter Sixty-Two
I’m back to reality, my heart jackhammering in my chest.
I feel sick, my body trembling all over.
“It was a vision,” I remind myself, fighting the urge to vomit.
I can still prevent it.
I have to prevent it.
A modicum calmer, I leap back into Headspace.
The shapes that surround me are identical to the ones from before—each no doubt ready to give me a vision just as awful.
For a few seconds, I allow myself the luxury of just floating there and letting my mind cope with the emotional overload.
Darian is behind everything.
Felix is about to get badly hurt.
Nero is about to be gruesomely killed—again.
And there’s something else that bothers me—something I didn’t get a chance to process in the vision.
“She dies in every future where she chooses you,” Darian had sa
