Chapter Twenty-ThreeI hang bodiless and stare as Beatrice reanimates my corpse and says, “This was a close call, but you two will make great bodyguards for what’s to come. So there’s a silver lining. For me.”
She walks up to my corpse and pulls out the knife.
She then rips the spear out of Ariel’s chest.
I come to my senses on the floor.
Ariel is extending her hand to me.
She is alive.
I am alive.
But how?
Of course. That was another psychic vision.
The ball knocked me out, and just like at the TV studio, I saw the near future.
I was correct to worry about butterfly effects. The vision of that Council meeting did change my future, and I can be killed. The only bit of silver lining here is that if we survive the next few minutes, there’s a chance that the future could be changed e
