GREYSON
It took me several long minutes to lift my head from the steering wheel and force my hands to stop trembling, pulling out into the night.
But calming my body did nothing for my mind. The seer’s voice echoed relentlessly in my head as she told me that Olympia wasn’t resting. Swallowing hard, I pressed my foot harder against the accelerator, as if speed might outrun my mind.
My thoughts then drifted to the last option the seer had implied, the one so vile my body had recoiled even sitting in that chair. My stomach clenched hard; it was unthinkable.
Cyra was my everything, my strength, my refuge, and the only person who ever truly understood me. I’d die before I hurt her. Katarina’s terrified face flashed before my eyes, the way she had looked at me that night, the shock that ha
