Hailey.
Valerie struts past us, her smirk nothing less than suspicious. She doesn’t say anything, but the glint in her eye is enough to set off alarm bells in my head. I glance at Nate beside me, but he’s too busy glaring daggers at his grandparents to notice.
Naturally, it’s nothing less than obvious that something’s up. I just hope to all that exist—that it doesn’t involve what Nate saw in his vision.
I open my mouth to voice my concerns, but before I get out so much as a huff of breath, a man barrels through the crowd like a storm in human form. Middle-aged, well-dressed, and radiating the kind of self-importance that makes my stomach turn. His sharp eyes lock onto Nate’s grandparents, and with a flourish so dramatic it belongs in an over-the-top stage play, he tosses a piece of pap
