At that moment, I was very aware of what I had glimpsed when Miss Astor's gaze pierced through me like a javelin.
Her eyes had acted as some kind of catalyst for the visions that, until then, had only manifested themselves in dreams. Now, for a reason I couldn't explain, I had managed to glimpse a fraction of the near future.
In what I had seen, I was in the water, completely submerged, struggling to bring oxygen to my lungs - hence the sudden dizziness I experienced - and Valencia, my rival, was holding me by the neck, in a fierce attempt to render me unconscious.
Then, in my vision, the water was covered in blood, and I had a metallic taste in my mouth.
I knew what I had to do.
The knife had only been a distraction.
I swam with speed, yet silently, taking advantage of the shifting
