Chapter Thirty-TwoI’m back in my body.
My neck is knotted tight, and I wish I were in the meditation position after all.
The Focusall in my blood causes my thoughts to race at supersonic speed as I analyze what I just witnessed.
I was in a vision, that much is obvious.
Felix is alive—also obvious.
What I don’t get is why the admiral threw the knife quicker this time around. Was it because we wasted a moment locking the door? Or was it because he felt more threatened facing two opponents instead of one? Maybe he was less wary of me in my original vision because I’m a girl?
Opening my eyes, I stare at Felix’s worried face.
I want to hug him and shout how glad I am that he’s alive, but I resist. He might not care about my vision and insist on coming with me into that room.
That’s what
