Chapter 7Thor woke with a start. It took him a moment to remember where he was, but next to him, Bassel was thrashing—flailing and coughing. A chill shot through him. Was it a bad dream?
“Bassel?” He shook him and got a pained whine in reply. f**k. “Bass, come on, wake up, babe.”
Another round of coughing, then distant eyes searched his in the dark. He didn’t think Bassel could see in the dark, but bears had excellent night vision, and the faraway look psychics got when they had a vision was there. Unease slithered and coiled. Could Bassel only predict fire? Maybe his nights were like this all the time. There had to be a lot of fires in the world. Or could he only predict fires in this city?
With a scream loud enough to shake the walls, Bassel rolled out of bed and stood patting his arm
