"Why would I listen to your bullshit? Why the hell would I listen to anything you say?"
Daniel gave a small nod. "Fine. Don't believe me. I don't care what you think anyway."
I turned to Zidane, my chest heaving. I could barely make sense of it all. Nothing made sense to me right now, but... Daniel.
I turned to him. He seemed to know something that we don't. That Zidane and I have been blind to. And I couldn't shake off the fact that he kept talking about how Zidane would die.
"Can you see his fate?" I asked suddenly, my chest heaving as I turned to him.
Daniel raised a brow. "Finally. Someone is asking the correct questions."
I turned to Zidane. He still seemed riled up, his hand clasping mine tight, his body tensed and fully ready for combat.
But he wasn't saying anything. Maybe h
