Chapter 8
My mouth opened and shut itself a couple of times as the meaning of what Harry was telling me sank in. When my voice finally obeyed me it came out sounding a bit like one of the Chipmunks. ‘You and I?’
‘Don’t tell me you haven’t had your suspicions,’ he said. ‘Things have been changing since the miners started nosing around. Their activities have been triggering something in you. Visions, at least. Am I right?’
I thought back to the dream I’d had of my aunt chained to the bulldozer. How it had been correct down to the way her bra strap had been slipping off her shoulder because her hands weren’t free to fix it. There had also been the vision I’d had of Tessa in front of the mirror. But those were hardly the only visions I’d ever had. Ever since I could remember I’d been experi
