“What do you mean you think he’s in trouble?” Xander sits up eyeing me cautiously.
I lock eyes with him and show him my dream.
“Can you mind link or reach out and feel him?” He asks, unease setting in.
“No.. not with him. I don’t even have his phone number to call him since my cell was destroyed.” I say breaking the eye contact. A large pit forms in my stomach.
“How do you know this isn’t someone playing with your vision trying to get to you?” He asks softly.
“I don’t.. but I can’t just let him be tortured if someone does have him.” I say firmly. He nods, feeling my fear.
“When.. when was the last time you talked to him?” He asks quietly. I can sense him trying to put his feelings aside to approach this logically.
“When I got to school. I was grounded and didn’t have a phone
